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the fowler’s foolin’ with me
noisome pestilence decibel drips
on my forehead
drip
drip
drip
I can’t remember where I
put the secret place
there are shadows that
pass over me
his feathers tickle my trust
his truth buckles me
a shield hard to lift
oblivious to terrors and arrows
I sleep walk and day dream
a thousand I see not
and ten thousand aren’t
right in my hand
neither should they be
the wicked get a reward
LORD
refuge
HIGH
habitation
no evil no plague near me dwell
angels are in charge of me
held in their hands
no stubbed toes
the lion snake dragon
are stair steps
how do I set love
my love on
I am not good with names
pick up the phone
truth and trust
deliver me where
honour me why
keep showing me
in the little lengths of life
Gerald the Writer 
>thank you for highlighting that one…love you you were crative wiht the words as well…
>love how you end this – the rhythm is fantastic..truth and trustdeliver me wherehonour me whykeep showing mein the little lengths of life..think i'll read psalm 91 tonight…
>another award winning piece.