Men Honoured Above Angels
Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing
They praise the Lamb who once was slain;
Now let us join with hearts and tongues,
And emulate the angels' songs;
Yea, sinners may address their King In songs that angels cannot sing
They praise the Lamb who once was slain;
I was tired of being a woman,tired of the spoons and the post,tired of my mouth and my breasts,tired of the cosmetics and the silks
There were still men who sat at my table,circled around the bowl I offered up
The bowl was filled with pu...
Under the sky without a
The long, ripe, rippling of the grain;
Light, broadcast from the golden
Over the blackberry fences floats
Angels inhabit love songs
But they’re sprites not seraphim
The angel that
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended,and was adept at wrestling