Kingdoms- streets of gold,
Fallow fingers fold.
Sky and cross focus clear,
keep my head right,
it's him that's near.
I still sit, praying quest.
present, past, now, and here.
Wars of warlocks, princess of out tales.
keep my mind in heaven; feasants, peasants, quails.
Game as dinner, right or wrong;
to a Kingdom of Lords is where I belong.
Head held high, hand in hand,
off to never, never land.
With trumpets blaring. . .
angels sing-
Judgments roll off this slighter queen.
Spells I ponder, songs of praise
fighting for 1000 years of peace and calming lasting days.
When my soul is saved, it's kept with Christ and not a grave.
I will not wonder of earthly notions,
banish hell and banish potions.
Keeping Pater, spirit holy. . .
needing rest and Dominus Santi.
