Old Dog V
ABOUT PREPAPARTION WORDS, SHEEP, AND OTHER THINGS
Bob Neumann
Well David,
OMNISCIENT humor is hard to deal with… Imagine for a moment you are having a quiet chat with THE LORD OF HOSTS…and suddenly HE gets quiet …you know something is coming…and HE BEGINS….”FRIENDS, ROMANS, COUNTRYMEN….LEND ME YOUR EARS….”. And after a truly INSPIRED recitation all i do is sit there numb.
That STILL SMALL VOICE is augmenting certain parts….with scripture. How you might ask….very smoothly….
And then i get an INTENSE variation of HAMLET’S “TO BE…OR NOT… TO BE….THAT IS THE QUESTION….” there is a whole lot of MEAT in both soliloquies. Now this was last FRIDAY NIGHT….i allude to Mr Shakespeare and someone walks right into it. so much for discernment. To sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub!
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. In other words…SELAH…
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them. now that is real strong meat…
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. All this to set me toward dealing with THE WORLD, THE FLESH… and you know who… So we are on a threshold of our dreams…
Questioning the BALANCE we must maintain… As we look back at THE DAYS OF FUTURE PAST…
IN SEARCH OF THE LOST CHORD….
I heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Baby I’ve been here before
I know this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time when you let me know
What’s really going on below
But now you never show it to me do ya
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Well, maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
It’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah…
Little Sister LINDA… you loosely mention the OKAY CORRAL… and i am pondering “a cold and broken HALLELUYAH”.
You wonder why i do a lot of selahs..
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