This bucket
Is the most orange I have had in months
Four hugs, and more handshakes than most
Nin-nin when I trek o’er the moat
My Crocs are decorative of toes,
Five prayers? Adding more is a must

Adding more is a must
Once done, more than twice is enough
Big scrolls getting filled in a rush
Times tough? Only toughens the Love

Only knots our net
And our love kicks it but that it is never a bucket
Bibles are sockets and so are some men
My God is the only rocket through the firmament
And He suits me with a gem as a pocket square
Not a single strand escapes His stare

Escape him where?
Even if you kicked a bucket here
Every plain is plain before His stare
Mountains strip their secrets in a glare
All the while we inhale from His care
40 million heart beats a year
Enough energy to grow a pair

And more…

Adding more is a must
A lifetime of forgiveness and hunt
Big scrolls getting soaked in the blood
Times up? Not if I have a Word

Godzniel
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