My heart overflows with a pleasing theme
I address my verses to the King.
It went up single, echoless, “My God, I am forsaken!”
It went up from the Holy’s lips amid his lost creation,
That, of the lost, no son should use those words of desolation!
It was a crazy busy weekend of the conference, meetings, babies, lovely fellowship, and little sleep. Today is quiet. Painting waits but I may ignore it today.
A little boy told me on Friday, 'We boys are not cuddlish. We are hazardous.'
Whatever you say darling. But I'm going to kiss your chubby cheek anyway.
Not from the new EP, but here's some luscious forthcoming Eisley.