Hello again, my friends. I have rejoined you all in this festive night air to celebrate this evening. Had I more than a moment, I would surely have my throat cleared of all insanity. But so as it seems to be, here goes... A strange thought a person holds onto is as to make one strange. And so, my dear friends and colleagues, ask yourself: Why would you desire to make yourself strange? Would it not be better if you were sane, in sanity and not in insanity. For there are many I tell you that consider themselves sane yet in insanity. And so, as dinner is to begin, please feel free to breathe and remember to let all that have breath Praise The Lord. Psalm 150:6 "Let every thing that hath breath praise the LORD. Praise ye the LORD."
A poem, pre-written, and currently re-posted to speak sanity into insanity. In the air of thought Where time is not But where the body flops Oh! the pain To believe vain In thoughts where body flops. My legs shout back It's me who's keeping your back Stop giving to them What is rightfully mine... Always looking to where time is nought When we depend on the clock. What kind of person am I so blessed to be twined? My God my King! Have mercy, for me and the other. In fact, LORD, have mercy on my whole body But not the empty thoughts that have bodies that flop.
But true tis was Certain things strange Never before had I encountered I wonder Who? Who could it be? Surely it is not I In fact, I asked it to stop So then Who could it be? Is it you? or You? How about you? or you? Who is to receive the blame? Who? Certain blames come with Glory. To whom shall I ascribe Glory - to? Was it Thee, My Lord that had myself reeling like a fish out of water? Shall I bring some tea?
