And learn to do the simple thing - admit
when I am immature or self absorbed;
and, on the side of greater good, then git -
to work again, the sacred oil’s been daubed
on toe, and thumb, of this priest of the God,
the spirit of creative love who loves
creatively, with pow’r that’s not just nod-
-ding to a principle, with gen’ral shoves
in right directions. Partnership it is,
but still not one of equals; I must start
with humble, loving, learning ways of his,
who’ll reach, impeach, and teach me all his art
of living well, by seeing good that’s there
around about me, ev’ry step I take,
and letting my heart well in thanks, and prayer
for others round about, then help them bake
the cakes they love to make, to bring more good
into God’s great good world, when thirst is slaked,
and hunger which is meant to serve, or should
enhance the passion - fruit icing what’s baked…
and say the thing his prophet should then say,
and rule the world - bring order as a king
is meant to do, who knows the kingly way
of God who rules the rulers of each thing
or aspect of our lives here down below!
I’ll recognise, then speak, and sing, and play
his praises, to his honour, for I know
the kind of songs he sings, and words he’ll say.
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