A Turn of Times
Form Is The Way
In Honour of Thy Grace |
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Together, There Is Calling Got, for Some To Be, To Be A Lot, And Not to Leave without A Trace. My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace. Together, There Is Mercy Won, by Knowledge of The Being one, by Knowledge of The Thing to Face. My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace. Together, We Are Not Alone And Must Not Face on Our Own The Deck of Cards as One or Ace. My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace. As One By One Some Hit The Grade, And Horror of It All Is Made. By Language, Though, One Has A Place. My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace. As One Among A Seldom Thing Is Made, And That Is Life To Bring. The Rule Should Want, That Is The Case. My Lord, in Honour of Thy Grace. .·: † :·.
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In Praise of Thee |
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There Are So Many Powers Made, of Height And Length, And All of Grade. Allowed Are Seldom Acts of Love in Praise of Thee, My Head above. So Many Powers on The Earth Are Made And Done To Be of Worth, Are Made To Be for One To Know in Praise of Thee, My Head above. Exams And Tests for Groupies Set, for in Those Hordes To Be The best, for by Those Hordes To Make Bestow in Praise of Thee, My Head above. As Values All Are Counted for, The Powers, Pupils – All Adore The Way To Be, The Way To Grow in Praise of Thee, My Head above. One Should Exchange The Norm with Song, And in The Choir Be Among. Then on The Earth there Would Be Glow in Praise of Thee, My Head above. No Act of Love, No Way To Go Can Ever Be Sufficient so That It Explains The Hawk, The Dove, in Praise of Thee, My Head above. .·: † :·.
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By Thee - My Lord |
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In Any Horror Given Me, A Christian I am set to be, As Christian I Am Appertained. By Thee, My Lord, I am Explained. By Any Dress and Any Gown, By Any Goal I Call My Own, The Christian Soul Is What Is Gained. By Thee, My Lord, I Am Explained. In Any Life Come To Be Mine, As Tensed And Angry, Or As Fine, The Rainbow Glory Is Sustained. By Thee, My Lord, I am Explained. Receive My Gratefulness, My Lord. I Do Not Think I Life Afford. In Life I Never Life Obtained. By Thee, My Lord, I Am Explained. .·: † :·.
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I Did It Just for Thou |
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I Made The Bible, So To Say, By Mother Tongue A Certain way. I made An Effort, Answered Call. I Did It all for Thou, My Lord. I Planned on Being Published, So That People Saw The Way To Go. By Making It I Would Win All. I Did It Just for Thou, My Lord. I Never Found In Life Success. Not Ready People Were To Bless. I Was To High, I Was Too Tall. I Did It Just For Thou, My Lord. .·: † :·.
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I Give My Praise |
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There Is So Much To Think About, of What Makes Proud And What Makes Stout. Though, More Than Anything Is Graze. To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise. One Can Be Sheep, One Can Be Goat. Though, Up Or Down Goes Life Of Throat. It Is A Question of To Face. To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise. It Is A Dream, To Make It So That Life On Earth Will Truly Go. Though, If, The Being Valued Ways. To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise. One Cannot Paradise Arrange. When Life Is Ending, One Will Change. The Christian, Lord, Thou Will Amaze. To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise. Though, We Can Make Up What To Save, And Let Life Be What Spirit Gave. Let Life on Earth The Good Tracks Trace. To Thee, My Lord, I Give My Praise. .·: † :·.
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Life Thou Art |
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I Take A Walk Down To The Spot Where Goods Are Sold And Cheers Are Got. I Think of Value To Afford. The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord. Along The Way I See A Child, A Playful Being, Pretty Wild. I Think of Being Not Aboard. The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord. And Further Down The Street I See A Woman Giving Smiles To Me. I Think Of Being on Accord. The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord. And Finally I Reach The Place. The Will and Want of Life I face, And No Place This Spot Is for Horde. The Joy of Life Thou Art, My Lord. .·: † :·.
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Thy Charity Did Well |
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By Peoples' Hatred I was Set Apart from All for Pain To Get. Most Were Unfriendly, I Could Tell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. Intrusion And Surveillance Came To Be My Life, It All The Same What People Said, When Done, Misspell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. As Hypnotized I Had No Chance To Meet The Threat, My Luck Enhance. In No Insurance I Could Dwell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. As Microchips And Energy Did Work, No Help in Allergy, The Madness Me Befell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. By Pain Inflicted, Always Guard I Had To Be With Silence Barred. I Could Expect The Worst of Hell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. By Ruining My Home, My Place, The Devils Let Me Sadness Face. By Hounding There Was No Farewell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. By Poison I Was Sought Made Weak, And Alcohol I Had To Seek. As Broke I Had A Parallel. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. By Cameras Put In My Home, And Noise, My Ceiling Not A Dome, My Whereabouts Were Personnel. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. By Planted Evidence, My House Became The Whereabouts for Mouse. I Raged, Though Could Not Ever Quell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. By Lies And Acting Always Met I Could Not Ever Notice Get. They Wanted Me To Be Rebel. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. Thou Took My Hand, Thou Eased My Mind And Gave, for Me To Pleasure Find in Art And in Art Safely Dwell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. I Came To Be Thy Muse, Thy Girl, Afraid, Perhaps, Though Still, As Pearl, Thy Conscience, Not Quite As Shell. Thy Charity, My Lord, Did Well. .·: † :·.
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Above It All Thou Stand |
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The Ocean Wet And Open Wide, The Sea Possessed on Any Side, There on The Beach One Fears To Strand. Above It All, My Lord, Thou Stand. The Walks We Do on Our Feet, Above It There Is Closure Sweet, And Not To Live By Is The Hand. Above It All, My Lord, Thou Stand. The Heart And Mind Not Hard To Find In Any Posture Being Kind, The Thinking Twice To Man is Grand. Above It All, My Lord, Thou Stand. .·: † :·.
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The Child Belongs to Thee |
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A Sudden Cry, Immediate Response To Not Appropriate, I See The Child In Tears, On Knee. The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee. A Sudden Smile, in Gratitude To Being Void Solicitude, I See The Child About To Be. The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee. A Reason Why Explained in Awe To Being Rather Than By Law, I See A Child, So Sweet And Free. The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee. Above It All, I See A Face Not Occupied With Being Ace, Though Life Affording, One to We. The Child, My Lord, Belongs To Thee. .·: † :·.
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The Child - My Lord |
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A Boy of Five Laid at My Door A Stick He Had And Had Cared for. He had Removed The Bark All through. The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue. I Took It Up And Made It Clean, for Him And Any To Be Seen, And For To Show What Children Do. The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue. The First of All, That Boy Me Showed, The Pointing Stick, was, To Be Owed, Was What He Made, That Little New. The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue. I Made A Ladder of That Thing He Found it Fit to Me To Bring. I Thought, Man Needs A Table Too. The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue. And It Took Off, by Senses, Which The Adult Had, on Seconds Rich. The Stick He Made My Made A View. The Child, My Lord, May Have The Clue. .·: † :·.
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Fidelity I Praise |
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There Are So Many Smooth Appears, So Many Creatures Matching Fears. A Way of Man Is What Such Raise. Fidelity, My Lord, I Praise. There Are So Many Needs of Rule, So many Ways To Be A Fool. Such Will, They Say, One Cannot Chase. Fidelity, My Lord, I Praise. There Are So Many Offerings, So Many Lame Beginnings! So Little Courage To Find Place … Fidelity, My Lord, I Praise. .·: † :·.
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By Now I Am in Love |
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I See The Drawing I Just Made. The Girl I Made To Hit The Grade. The Girl was What I Tried To Glove. By Now, My Lord, I Am in Love. A Year for Many, Making Her Was To Let Missing Link Occur, As If to Hawk She Was The Dove. By Now, My Lord, I Am in Love. Desire Was Not Lacking When I Drew Her Face, And Always Then Proportions Were Not from Above. By Now, My Lord, I Am in Love. |
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My name is Anders Woje Ellingsen. I am Norwegian. The name Anders is Scandinavian for Andrew. English is my second language, learned in school. I was born in 1963.
All poems are by Anders Woje Ellingsen.
This HTML page was made the summer of 2014.
This HTML page was made the summer of 2014.