ArmourQuill Hunter Poems
|242.||Evil Created By God?||1/4/2007|
|244.||The Cheater’s Mirror||10/22/2006|
|245.||I Breathe Your Name||5/6/2006|
|248.||True, Real, Love||4/21/2006|
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My Love Has Gone...
My love cannot find me. He has gone to fight the wicked beasts.
However that may be, I'll wait for him in Beulah’s well at least.
He calls to me, from my heart, in the gentle light of my quiet day.
Oh how my heart longs for him; thus, while he is so very far away.
I calm myself to listen; though while the ocean's tide comes in.
As with 'the song of Solomon, ' I'm weary of love's Love, again...
Arithmetic Minus Six
I hate six; six is the number of man.
I hate six, though I love the great “I AM”.
I hate six, however eight… “Is matchless in style…! ”
I love the Holy Spirit’s nine-, without man’s guile.
I hate six… “It’s such a number of sin.”
But I love your numbers Lord; they help me to win.
Now it’s your leading Father, guiding: “one, two-, and three.”
But oh how I hate six, as you can plainly see.