The School with Its Rules!

There was a school, whose pupils weren’t fools

Just that school, with no chairs, only stools

Option, benches or sitting on the floor

This school, it was really different

It wasn’t for reading, writing, or arithmetic

 

It was for such thing, as creating cosmetic

It was that sort of school, with its rules

Its students didn’t allow singing the blues

That was only one of that school’s rules

Pupils aren’t fools, but schools must have rules

 

Students, one day were sitting by its pool

When this happen, one fell a off a stool

That stool was brought to the school

The student didn’t hurt, but what if…

Fair enough that pupil landed in the pool

 

The same realized, in the pool it was cool

At that very special school, with its rules

Averting its students from singing the blues

That was only one of that school’s rules

This school, it was really different

 

It didn’t give in to students grant

Everyone had the same struggling chance

Pupils aren’t fools, but schools must have rules

Teacher, uphold and maintain all schools rules

For the good of all the students’ sake!

 

 

The Cry Of A Son!

My Father oh my Father

I don’t want to work any harder

My whole life is nothing but bothers

Yet I’ll accept no other title rather

 

Than a son on whom You can rely

I’m on my knees hear my cry

Leave me not to struggle and die

When upon You truly I’ll ever rely

 

Hear me heavenly Father

Move the line that borders

Between Thee and me

If only there is really such a line

Could it be to cut me from Thy vine

 

Consider me and help me to get by

I’m on my knees hear my cries

Leave me not to struggle and die

When upon You truly I’ll ever rely

 

My Father oh my Father

Must You not take a look farther

You need to see my situation

I’m much like a ship in mid ocean

 

That’s having trouble with its sails

I’m on my knees listen to my cries

Leave me not to struggle and die

When upon You truly I’ll ever rely

A Season Once In Eden!

When I look back down in life’s memory

And I thought of the Adam and Eve story

I considered that man was clothed in glory

But to the taste of a fruit man lost his clothes

Shame stepped in, man sought leaves for cloth

The sound of feet drove him to hide

It was that season once in Eden

Why life for man is, as is

 

It shouldn’t have happened, yet it did

Man to live forever is still just a bid

He was deceived by the evil one

Then life for man was lost once

He was beguiled by evil in disguise

God went in the evening to reason, but….

It was that season once in Eden

Why life for man is, as is

 

One is wise His name is God

When you are sad He will be your Dad

If you’ve done wrong don’t try to hide

But, by His side run to abide

By wisdom He re-clothed man

The Lord used skin then to cover sin

It was that season once in Eden

Why life for man is, as is.

 

 

Written by C. Prince.

 

 

 

 

The Sun!

This is true of the golden sun

It rises and shines not for fun
It only does what it has to do

It rises to set every day yet

It sets to rise again, you bet

 

By its warmness things thrived

While from its heat things died

That’s the work of golden sun

Thank God for the golden sun
The sun, it works not for fun

It rises to set, its warmness we get

Before it sets man may even sweat

In setting, surly it knows its place

 

It has no need to start a race

But just the world to embrace

It makes the case no day to waste

That’s the work of the golden sun

Thank God for the golden sun

 

It knows how to follow the sky

Shining brightly as it goes by

It brings to us days of dryness

It gives to us days of mildness

Whatever it brings it’s a treat

 

It causes what’s wet to dry

While it moves along the sky

It’s the work of the golden sun

Thank God for the golden sun

 

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