Brethren,
Lately, I have felt that Jesus was trying to tell me something. Then last night, Jesus touched me while I was sleeping. I was truly overcome, when I woke up this morning and found I had been given the gift of poetry.
There is a certain young lady in Freehold whom I have long admired. Now, I'm not going to name her directly, as she might be shy of my attentions.
And yet I hope, somehow, she will realize that the following poem is for her.
I know it isn't more than a whimsical, romantic notion, but I wanted to share it with you folk.
I know, brethren. Only Jesus could have inspired that sweet, sacred poesy.
I don't often cry, but I am crying right now.
YBIC
Lately, I have felt that Jesus was trying to tell me something. Then last night, Jesus touched me while I was sleeping. I was truly overcome, when I woke up this morning and found I had been given the gift of poetry.
There is a certain young lady in Freehold whom I have long admired. Now, I'm not going to name her directly, as she might be shy of my attentions.
And yet I hope, somehow, she will realize that the following poem is for her.
I know it isn't more than a whimsical, romantic notion, but I wanted to share it with you folk.
Felicity
Felicity,
Felicity;
You fill me with,
Electricity.
Jesus wants me,
In our bed,
And ours is yours,
Oh Felicity.
Let's be wed?
Felicity,
Felicity;
You fill me with,
Electricity.
Jesus wants me,
In our bed,
And ours is yours,
Oh Felicity.
Let's be wed?
I know, brethren. Only Jesus could have inspired that sweet, sacred poesy.
I don't often cry, but I am crying right now.
YBIC
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