Being Yoked Poem by James McLain

Being Yoked to his of yours is of that.
That, if of this pink eye of the pearl of this your his intelligence.
I must if I can, when you if you can, can you not?
Ask but of this in trust but ask this of you this I must.
And of choice and as will as I will of you, by you this I may.

Do it to Do throw it in with me as it is of me, you are.
When before ever being thrown to the center of that which is where?
And I occasionally will dine before swine.
If I must As you do so ask.
Cloven hoof they of thou withstand this of me, bear your cross.
Both extreams yoked together however the fact that it is of you,
because I am.
And of those by before me by those you are me dire in need.

Is it not for those whom speak naught by thee of such desired.
Mercy and permission words of God.
Knowing naught,
do I pray and I pray but of that one thing, I am you this of life.

Learn of this by me and it does, it does hurts and the pain
may you not indure.
As for me always Lord' you are truth and in you this they May.

Of this which makes takes my breath and I walk each day.
She before comes the next.
And each one after another as passion would burn, because of truth.
And you infer road after road and life' May they Know that of skill,
curved round is the spoke straight is the heavy curved line.
I return to my house, in order to travel across once again not against.
As for the road of wisdom which it faces all tests of time indure such with me.
It is you that I love of the lesson by this earth you I walk.
which is taught to me with all like those that breath and speak truth.