16-10-2017
Writing on the blunt side of a stick
Putting the stick into your hands with another plank of wood
Not striping the sticks for specked and spotted goats
Remembering the cross and where it rose
The beauty of the wood within the hands of distant carpenter
He only seems that way for you don't know the way
He's really very near and I am full of fear
For the day of his Word's hammer is so near
Write the name in trumpets, sand blast the very thing
Do your best to honour God and write and type and sing
Sticks and stones will break the bones but a stick with a snake
Will be observed in the time of stinging and will slake
The knots within the wood establish the old pace
And as our clogs are taken off we run a better race
Holiness is the sole purpose of the rule of grace
Let us turn from sin and seek his face
The almond rod has budded, the people have a voice
There are only two options, in life only one choice
You are a slave to mastering, so master all your sound
Take off your shoes and clean your flues for you're on holy ground
There was a stick who dragged through sand where foolish man built house
It was immersed in worms and dragon's blood and louse
There was a stick that was taken by fool-man and his home
And that house was dismembered by the bold and tidal foam
Sticks in the garden, guardian walls
Let the watchman announce, let him stand bold and tall
While the tides around the bride cease from their call
And the sea of people vomit out the beasts
There was a house of little pigs that was made out of straw
Which was all but dismembered by the spirit of wolfmaw
While the ochre coloured joker has a gumball in his jaw
And the house of sticks is reno of the bricks
Beautiful divinity
Holy righteous trinity
Your rod of iron is a metal stick
Let the righteous measures stick
These aren't just words
And let us cease from sick