ArmourQuill Hunter Poems
I’d dance in the morning
When the world has begun
I’d dance in the moonlight
For the glory of His Son
I’d dance for Heaven, dearly on earth
Sweet of frankincense, and gifts, from birth
I’d dance for Father, Son, and even the Holy Ghost
I would love to dance for he who loves me most
I dance for the God's fishermen
Of the Gospel clan and Redemption's plan
As I’m sure, they’d all come with along me
We'd dance, together, on humanity's great sea
I’d dance on Sabbath, the Religionist to distain
I’d cure all the wounded, blind, and also the lame
What Is Measureless Time
What if an 'infinite Creator is-, and was-, and will ever be- Eternal...? '
For every heckler there is 'despicable errors' of dreaded infernal.
What if man, to identify space of time, drew a circle-line from 'A-to-B; '
A sort-of graph 'to mark the days, ' in measurable ways, for you and me-.
If time's eternal, and atoms are as well, then time doesn't travel; 'it exists! '
Religionists for the controlling game-frames, 'of do's and don'ts, ' make lists.