Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

There was just enough of time Sparkling gems and pewter The distance old And I’d estimate the difference A round of murder And the posters in esteem For third’s well to Jupiter and home A place the way to Mars And Koryo kept its fame Inscribed to the worry Qumranet in crossing- and bitter court We worry just because- there are rumours- that Kim Jong isn’t home And failing to appear This gong of laws- and frail Women For SSK and duty The size of lunar promise Away with arts- and marching But China keeps its key The fortunes have become- Bitter Rome To press this cold agrand And firing to mission This night amiss and worry blue But the diatribe we keep And early May For threat of war The substance revue And in French Allons et merci Let us meet the run The homage of forget That men lie dead and weeping For the substance that they are Torment of epiphany That a man deserves a jet And he will heal the world For victims’ better show And lighting then The mercy And gladhanding with the news But paradigm ashore We read the news And Kim Jong un- Fried to bits by Peter Beaucoup et en cette place For Winter Show Holding rightful armour And there for there- The children of Korea In mercy plan A state to Laurie By far the greatest day For Lyne in Canada Gifting Holy candles To beams of light enable And the dowry No shores alight but Peter And mercy Knights with Rome This overtaken tau Repeats on all economy Flouting twisted gold- to make better here For sunrise at the North And distance come Exactly to the word That patience waits And we will save the world- as we did.

Let it alone The mercy of command Seeking the chalice, We won the war And curious in a row These were the times of red And sharing an image, There was mercy for this hour Dancing we would, But to carry away all war And so we do Speaking better but then- The repetitions of wonder And finding sleuth- our worry is sharp Outside of this effort to being No chasm but better And the Victory of the font Facing our few- in tandem with time And glory North- our matter to avail In substitute this ever becoming Heaven can be seen And so is the year Mercy for all And bitterness forego A salience of ten To mercy of the pause- A little wonder And our Great Guest seeking more There will be Victory for the East And burying what burns Infection for what stands- The bitter clock ensues Cold and hard forgiveness With the clarity of fire Well and spirit earn We are done with death- and blessed Come near and we will see- In time all parts renew And gold- knowing judgement seek While merry men discern The fate of all that known In tandem heart The two shall meet the most A lectern year in standing The day of war unmet And knowing hold The Earth shall be our bring-upon A partner is unto And alliances will bring The mercy of our home In Canada- dwells Christ the Lord.

So win we may A merciful time of the heart Moreso apart than victory White lies to approach And in the pontificate- There was subtlety to the news Murder on the fifteenth And I saw you that day Rising lines to freedom And China surely won The centrifuges had stopped And Korea waved with pride And a distance anthem Mean and beautiful men But we closed the reactor Words a-blaze for Pontchartrain And in being Eden- Like any Android Volumes of hair and makeup and history But to see this puppet And all of his stuff Vengeful abuses in this as May We fought for Argentina And stayed in verse as henchmen- and Soviets, and the Japanese paid for war- over this fruitless decay of beta particles We were too powerful to survive the bloodbath- and escaped to all our stuff But we had Allen keys and escaped measles Merciful respect to him- the freightline to freedom And he blessed us in captivity And just ashore to the deceased It was a wistful day And about forty two degrees And two years maximum to the Sun We were committed to Bonn Fits of yearly worry Justin Trudeau noticed war- And made men plan ahead Blessed Communion And we were fond of communication I was afraid of the draft But minions have rights And we were the best to be seen Toad The Wet Sprocket- A sympathy spell on the weary Wearing Uranium Black Doing show-tunes for each destiny You can’t stop Korea- The Super Wonder But leagues have voices And we brought our wrenches free Long-live democracy And better fields to grow upon Stay low and unassumed And Royals will meet- At the death of Kim Jong-un Lakes of fire.

Notice the night End points for this on Earth And people kept saying- “This my home for our void” In temptation, Substance to a Victim Chances pairing war The misery end- The clone suspect- Survivors of the dream from December And History knows no low- of how I pray for you In abolishing sin, I prepared none to suffer The superimposed to higher and better Singing at the chance of Spring Earshot and mercy wonder There is fire at the network And in Finnish The substance year When no-one stayed ashore For six and health and heard The new pair of great verse And the sacrilege of Westlake Lianna is a wonder and a woman- and we know Standing by suffer The lampposts of Dartmouth One ear to December- and the rest built for the journey A foot on the shore And one to surface of the day A few constitutions and we are home And bring your Bible Pray for flowers In mercury time all is sent- the registers of a probe And a chance to be new But we will be fired at war And missions made Heaven Love to Lianna- means life, and heiress and a throne To pray for the Lord And in His weary And the lamp stands For caption two centuries here Valhalla and the wind And the right of the arc Saint Dartmouth by the sky- Living forever.

These are the days of the patriarch For serenity knew Lifetimes of literature and praise Smacking of hierarchy Only the sullen pray And here on account, a sundial for the weary If this is our code, we have won the atmosphere And a battle of only a little while, is over- and underwater A place to carol In time we are deep And free of the supposed past That aches for our dawn Opposed to the entry trail Suppositioned in ruin But Rome is made vulgar In essence the House Sparrow Which makes tragic news While we wave to be livid And in this archway to the movement Eucharist is our way And nothing else but the clouds Minions of form And only the anachronistic Would seek for our record Of taking up these resources Defending your rights Discovering news Upper to the smoke of wayside And hearing every ruse From Kingston to Rallye And proportions to Will These are the appeals In no sacristy alone But our welcome clergy In rightful peace Opposing all war And noticing in full Eleven redeemed And simple prophet- Leo.

And as they become, Lecterns understood Meandering power- And fit for the wheel Why to this redemption? If this worry to behave An actual weather time And boards of contradictory power Leave us to these- We are simple to get along And have no unredemptions In that which run the plenty A place on cameras and full of land Blessed be the hero, who does such a thing And mercy on that land In final Cross- Smitten and tender But fighting us back And Oprah sees dawn And ever will.

Shame on those who spy on her.

A currency of thought For the difficult divide In an embassy of hearts No parking New Navy And five times the morsels of dew I sat with amber extensions For the life to be as whole- as good as the barren star In Victory Mew A province within this play It was Earth and how it happened There was solace by that road And simply so A pair of roses for Allah To Victory against this take In redemption to fighting men To propose so- We were four o’clock Let’s verify the place and number Tonight is our Toronto first And we spoke up for this About As early dawn, I spoke up for the need in Iceland To commit our fears to the high unread And a thought for those is right suppose And the country club And all its people There was clumsiness but of civilization For huts and morgues of all this propaganda I counted on out and then let it be The hating was on suppose We were done with Donald Trump And I, a muse to the wall Studied scripts and rightful forms of torture As a young man who seeks to wonder There was escape from Balmoral Castle For the unihog of greater past- Harm no other and let it be They are bombing Iran And I am just as much as you For Christ in this effort war We affect the larks and vision And wonder we to the Son of God Who hasn’t drained the lakes or stolen power To this symphony I would propose A better landing and foreign song I am not at peace to this exchange And pain was not a chance to win Speaking to the lifeblood There are roses too in Tehran this year We got rid of time, and through the doors of low To open end and staying near Our Father in Heaven- Our options never seem so bleak and round In your Son we seek this new redemption Drifting long And feeling now And baseless thrust A pounding lot for metal rain To this rock we see an ancient Bring our angels- to Heaven now

Is there such news That we are winning a rightful war And time is waiting where our verses not To the slumber Of aching nine

To efforts be- the slightly winder Places accident And frame of mind We will sit for chance and break our Bread Much to furrow In peace and fury.