Kenneth Barker Poems

Beneath the high hills shall I walk, hidden from the relenting cunning of enemies.
My feet is made sure to stand beside flowing streams of sweet waters ever flowing from the high sides that covers me.
Yea, tho I rest my head at the mountians feet, her base is as the thighs of my queen.
Only in the valley, do I rest.Gods watchful eye protects me.The morning dew is my milk of joy. I lay my head upon the valley's stone, as the tender breast of her cavered from my side.
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To what end would we meet, should the God we know ever sleep?
If he closed his eyes just for one wink, would the lightening flash and the the rains come to water our crops when it's time? Does it really matter, should day or night come or go but; have you really thought, what would happen should God sleep?

Mountains would crumble, and charge the earth, like a bull trapped in a fench.
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