Farmer’s Sunday Cake
5 years ago
'Dew of Hermon', is taken from a line in Psalm 133. The writer of that ancient song enthused about how good it is when people live together in unity,and compares it poetically to the dew of Hermon descending upon the mountains of Zion. In that spirit it is hoped these scribblings will be more refreshing mountain dew, than obscurantist valley fog, where a weary Pilgrim might be refreshed and replenished for the journey ahead.
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TIME
Ray Price (RIP)
Time is a monster… that lives in our clocks
It’s heartless and shows no remorse
Consuming our future… as we fight
That hundred year war
Time is a soldier…steady and true
Relentlessly trudging along
And time takes no prisoners
Nothing but time marches on
Time is a weapon…It’s cold and it’s cruel
It knows no religion…And plays by no rules
Time has no conscience…When it’s all said and done
Like a beast in the jungle…That devours it’s young
You can burn up the highway…fly like the wind
Run down those long shiny rails
But time’s right behind you… Like a hound dog
That’s hot on your trail
But we’re all in the same boat
So just hold on…and ride to the end of the line
Time waits for no one…everyone runs out of time
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