Despite man’s precarious notions
And nefarious potions
Hilariously spoken to incite the Lord.
Despite various invoking
To be vicariously bestowed to Him…
Men still invariably provoked His might more.
Shall I write more?
Why do we cry, Lord?
Why does His bride lie like a corpse – stiff and foul smelling?
Because the stench of wicked henchmen
Convinced His Mrs. to wizen…
Missing redemption in the bowels of her belly.
Since then, Jesus extended repentance
To restore her worth extension by extension.
Reinventing many members to bare again His blessed Spirit.
Reborn in such convention,
World tours form new commissions…
Turning former contention into normal conviction to bless who nears Him.
