Poetry

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Written 2-4-05

Armed to the hilt with flawless doctrine,
With all faith to out burn fire,
With tongues of angels he is nothing,
To proclaim all God’s ire.

With all faith to out burn fire,
Comes a prophet’s oracle gift,
To proclaim all God’s ire,
To tell that there’s a rift.

Comes a prophet’s oracle gift,
With understanding of a sage,
To tell that there’s a rift,
With sayings for this age.

With understanding of a sage,
Many goods for the poor,
With sayings for this age.
And good works that so soar.

Many goods for the poor,
With tongues of angels he is nothing,
And good works that so soar,
Armed to the hilt with flawless doctrine.





“Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.”—1Corinthians 1:1-3

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