ArmourQuill Hunter Poems

Leaving the Path of Right, was it worth the battles hell’s shame?
Imprisoned by your choices to dishonour the goodness of God’s name;
You sinned against the Light of the Word, grieving the Spirit of Truth.
Why couldn’t you wait and trust God for a mate? Boaz was given Ruth!
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Long ago a friendly Hippo met an awkward Armadillo.
His Horse-river mate bet him 'to race' to the Grand Lido.
'You're on, ' replied the anxious Armadillo, and off they ran.
They rallied 'town excitement' which spread across the land.
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Scare-face Dragster had often challenged anyone to a race year round
Till this stranger named Road-ranger stepped up to the base to confound.
There were tailgaters and traffic breakers, all sorts at Racegate Village.
Rebellion was fostered like weeds, so the town was nicknamed Pillage.
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Take men trying to lasso, hogtie, and even brand me
Men must think I’m gullible, to digest their small reality
My Father hold the reigns of my domain to date
Let them stand in line, take a number, or better yet wait
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Hello, Mr. B
You may not know me
Here’s me wanting to give you a chance
If business is your cup of tea, there might be romance
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Hey there's nothing wrong with witchcraft; it's everywhere you go.
And Jezebel, history records, was renowned for a seductive show.
Though all is fair in love-&-war, witchcraft controls and defies rules.
But America denied God-and-prayer, and witchcraft cleverly fools…
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Part-1:
From majestic shores I travelled far from LA, and visited across the vast sea-, ”
To Kaikoura’s enchanting place of NZ, where the air, there, is freshest to breath.
I watched 'waves of the sea-beat' against the shore; a sea lions was resting there.
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I have waited all my life for your love, and yet you don’t even know my name.
It’s not that I’ve never known love (of a sort): still, I long for destiny’s frame.
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Jesus relates expectations of others speaking of his generation.
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Our gallant trim a gilded vessel goes, on the prow at the helm.
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