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whose bounds they never pass
E'en spots no bigger than the husbandman's
Or shepherd's noontide dwarf shrunk shadow spans
Or e'en the milkmaid tripping

Roses in the Snow

David Pajo

Whatever, Mortal

A place where we can warm our bones
She said, but I am warmed by the singing
And I can hear my husbandman
Returning from his labor
And I have no food

of truth to the youth
John 15 stands tall right about now
We hear the words of Jesus speak to us and tell us about the husbandman
He said he’s the vine we’re

unto the coming of the Lord
Behold, the husbandman waiteth for the precious fruit of the earth
And hath long patience for it, until he receive the early

manacles
And binds her down for his delight
He plants himself in all her nerves
Just as the husbandman his mould
And she becomes his dwelling place

sedate.
As the husbandman, patiently toiling,
Draws a harvest each year from the soil,
So the fools grow afresh for the spoiling,
And a new crop of thieves

preternatural beauty
You are fertile, humus soil
Eye am the husbandman longing to place my seed that I bare inside of you
You are my leadership and inspiration

I am the vine, and my Father is the husbandman
Ye are the branches, ye are the branches
Abide in me, and ye shall bring forth fruit
I am the true

Hope you know he's coming soon..
Mercy throne I can't refuse..
Open doors..loose the screws..
Husbandman tend the fruits...
We put gospel in the groove..