Hair Here Hear

Thank you Lord for yet another day, it is as beautiful a day as I remember and the water at the beach was calm and crystal clear. I feel the gentle massage across my partially frozen limbs and I feel them thaw out and for the while, I was strong enough to run.  There is much beauty right here and now, if only others will listen

 

Hair Here Hear!

 

How like a primate you look

A man in the streets, a fool hearted crook

It’s not good to grow your hair so long

Reaching pass your shoulders, hair, hair, hair, looks wrong

How like a criminal you stand

Everyone before the judges must do as they command

Return to court another day

Except here, here, here, you must obey

How like a stubborn child

Enjoying your own way and running wild

And never once listening to what His word says

Repent child, hear, hear, hear before the end of days

 

 

 

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