But The Simple Fact Is Grace Is Unearned

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But the simple fact is grace is unearned
We live our lives as if we’re undeterred
Ignorant to sin & repercussions thereafter
Yet hoping for the winds to remain unstirred

Truth & love are bound to our dreams
The inconvenient reality of the harsh pain of day
Trudging through our irksome tasks
Bright light stuns us into a stuttering delay

Fall to your knees in complete repentance
Submit your soul to the warmth of His sunshine
Release the burden of mortal expectation
Forever embrace the perfect love of the Divine

I’m Not Saying I Don’t Appreciate

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I’m not saying I don’t appreciate
A lady of Paris, Milan & back again
A smartly dressed woman of the Times
Inspiration for me to re-dip my pen

I’m not saying I don’t cherish
A bold woman who’s a little bossy
Nudity as art upon tasteful scales
Teasing me through 8 x 10 glossies

I’m merely submitting a formal request
Publicly provide the proper image of classy
Though once their prying eyes are shielded
I’m going to need you to be gratuitous & sassy

Thinking Of That Girl

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Thinking of that girl
With her legs crossed – just so
Such a lovely figure
Dangling casually – that I might know
Falling to my knees & kissing
Submitting myself to her perfect toes

Pouring A Tall Wine In The Fine Crystal

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Pouring a tall wine in the fine crystal
The fancy stuff from our Wedding day
Leaving behind clothing as we speak
Your look disregards anything I have to say

My eyes are up here, my beautiful Bride
Please focus on my charm & wit
I can tell you only desire one thing
But first lady, you’re going to have to submit

Avoiding Those Trendy Spots

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Avoiding those trendy spots
It’s just never been my style
I’m a bit more low key than that
No sense in unnecessary trials
Crowds are wildly irrational
I have no desire to submit myself
Let me recoil from this society
Contentment in solitude is my true wealth

Milton

 

“What though the field be lost?

All is not lost; th’unconquerable will,

And study of revenge, immortal hate,

And courage never to submit or yield.

 

– Milton: Paradise Lost, 1667