Laughing King

I slid on the blue morning sky and dangle my feet in his white
Arms wide I volley ball clouds to his delight
Bouncing them clear out of sight

Wide eyes excitement ushers his next surprise
As the wind of his spirit tickles and spins me head over heels
To slide on the blue again

Brown earth seats me into a childhood throne
While green trees laughingly bow homage
To this childhood king

It is GOD’s gift of the morning
To be free as a child
Of the laughing KING
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Just isn’t me

Profound and deep just isn’t me
I’m a dingaling dork that hangs with the king
But oh how he loves me
Just the kid that I am
Flibber flabbing gibber gabbing
Attempting to paint my KING

My words go in and feed my soul
My words go out the heart of my shout
It is the voice of love redeemed
From locust lost years
And echoing laughter down eternity’s hall

It’s clicker clap and stinker snap
Sprinkly spratt and turkey tat
I get to sparkle as I sit in his lap