"the way"
in the new year
comes the length of a day
with sunlight the right way
shining down on His Creation.
she is a flower,
a pretty ball of colored rubber bands,
that rubs me the right way,
as we spin on by kith and kin.
the life is in imagination
where all becomes real,
the two of us go there,
living the feel.
He is our perfect Father,
The Wonderful Fairest Creature,
The Authentic, Awesome Light,
coming through the speakers.
He lives in all our songs,
and in each verse we pen,
and every single moment,
and he'll be there 'till the end.
then on into forever,
where we swirl and we slant,
and bob our heads for apples,
and keep on with good sense,
good outfits and leisure times,
spilling out the loving wine,
the loving bread of eternal life,
from the back to the front of the line.
by Ben Bussewitz D.D., M.D.
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