Hues of Heaven

 

The words of the lord

The pastor had told

Was stuck in traffic

Between the clouds and the skies

A year already declared as fruitful

But they sowed, ploughed and watered

In credit and debits bountifully

For the lord was generous and so were his children

Long nights and holy waters

Empty stomachs and empty wallets

Purged adequately for the lord's refill

Bishop was blessed, so they’ll be

He said it was the house

A demon in her womb

A singing spirit that tormented his uncle

All holding sessions for their demise

But even as Father’s shirt buttons searched for their holes

Notifications dinged to open the pathway

For the lord’s words to come down

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