Image: My girl

Imagine

Imagine honour done in fun –
a joyful being to The Son.
Imagine girlish cunning and
the giggling fit to spoil the hand.

Imagine her, the Grace of Man,
make up to be without a plan.
A darling she will be by God
by being faith, not to afford.

If every man could volunteer
to be by her, be sweet and dear,
the human kind to God was won.
By faith we animate The Son.

Calling

Win in a lottery, make a decision, -
nothing is to it if not in a mission
joining the powers and yearnings of God
thrust like as if in a heartbeat of blood.

Born we are sensible, called as eligible.
Be in the Spirit of Truth and be able.
Be by the heartbeat a want to the end.
Motives meet needs! And The Son be a friend.

My taking

My taking is by nature two.
One is by you. The other too.
They both are making me insane
by suffering from futile vain.

One is my view, the other sight.
My hope is left, my faith is right.
My testicles, my witnesses,
just give me pain no sense there is!

To a girl

Ever so lovely and always so nice
women are who act as if in disguise
like a Mariah, who modelled the one
chosen and called to give life to The Son.

Proud of your nature, aware of your quality,
you by your son will make God in reality.
He who owes you his attention and hand
will be a king, be the meaning of man.

So it snows

So it snows to explain,
what is mercy in Norway.
So it snows to explain.
And forbearance is cold.
But the viper lethargic,
the songbirds away,
let us store up desire,
the land being told.

Every house, every road,
every statue the same
when explained in the special
heavenly way.
But we will not forget
that we do have a name
An by spring it will show
we have something to say.

Solveig's reassurance

A song might live forever if
it unifies a region.
And my song will forever live
since men will be Norwegian.

My song, just like the river flows
in heaps and leaps or low and slow,
that spirit as the motion goes,
is Norway dreaming, nature’s love.

[In honour of Edvard Grieg’s Solveig’s song]

Being us

Be curious, be furious,
be anxious, be serious,
but be together to The Son
to justify as neighbours done.

Together too we answer to
demands of God to me and you:
A people to Him precious is
if faith we show, The Son we kiss!

The law

The comforter, when saying
that he who reapeth
receiving is joy
from the one who besoweth
considered the nature,
the law of the being.
The being will end
due to cause and receiving.

Stupid

If thy wife is a victim,
a thing at thy hand,
lest thy son thine opponent,
thou art not a man.
If oppressed she will be
just a burden to thee.
And The Lord will set free
an aggressor called hie.

[‘hie’ is old English for ‘she’]

Wisdom speaks

Hm … I wonder: God must also
be a girl to be man’s I.
Popes are not. Though wisdom is. So
one should wed one. Thiith! Bye bye.

I am just a little maiden,
not the culture, not the Son,
who the sorry wants to brighten,
mood to Jesus. Hm … Be won!

Beautiful sixteen

They are beautiful, girls
at the age of sixteen,
or a little bit older,
say eighteen, nineteen,
made, created, to nourish
and help meet the man.
They are perfectly fit
to take part in God’s plan.

They are beautiful, are they,
anew and on guard
by their faith in The Son,
still untutored, not scarred.
They deliver what needs
to be said loud and spoken.
And by Christ they, when seen,
will recover, not broken.

They are beautiful, girls
at the age of sixteen
by their maternal look,
by their breasts firm and keen, –
are perhaps those most meant
to be married and saved.
They are sensual, sweet.
And we make them depraved.

Never lonely

Never lonely God your Father
and if living by The Law:
Doing so The Lord will neither
leave you nor let faith withdraw.

Living by The Law by you
God will have something done.
Being by the two of you
being on your own is gone.

Caption

To be or not to be the question
if not to be a stillborn son.
By it a growth: Not by election
but by the choice is future won.

And God see to it that we grow
by choices made which by we change.
But only God is love we know.
Who said that choice was to arrange?

When Christ before Pilate was brought
Pilate was forced to choose an action.
The greater guilt therefore he got
who gave Christ to him, made that caption.

And it is just another day

The sun arises, straight and strong,
accompanied by songsters’ song,
the day takes topic left by night
as life is stretching for the light.

The morning mist a million lighter
the pulse by as the day gets brighter,
as stalks are raised and flowers turned,
as creeps escape not to be burned,

the mortals settling in a hurry,
be missing else the day, the worry.
The Lord by means let earth obey.
And it is just another day.

Hey babe

Just a tramp I am not
since a mission I’ve got:
Like the seed of corn
I want growth to be born
and the land of my self
come to life giving life
letting children be claimed.
By my name I am aimed.

Being called by The Lord
means a mission is stored
by which I will strike roots
and my children bear fruits.
Maybe not to be found
better mould than your ground,
baby, roses at ease.
Will you marry me please?

For heaven's sake

“The commandment,” the son said,
“is nothing but true”.
“You shall not steal,” the son said.
But she got the clue.

And the girl said: “Some cannot
agree not to steal.”
“Tell me why,” said the son,
“Tell me: How do you feel?”

“I feel sorry for children
who live on the street,”
said the girl. And he nodded.
“They nick just to eat!”

“That is true,” said the son,
but beware: “Do they steal?”
“Yes, they do,” said the girl.
And the son said: “But steal?”

“They do not!” said the girl.
And the son said: “True. No.”
And the girl laughed and played
with him so, I should know.

Psychology

Psychology! Confess the god! –
by whom excuse became the lord,
by whom control and explanation
let man be scorn as a pervasion.

Man’s faith is scorn by knowledge of
his were about intentions real.
Man’s faith will not be sanctioned, though.
In Christ faith rules, not ill the will.

The girl in me

Alone, possessed, and scared to pain
intrusion by and love in vain
I lost my faith in human kind
myself a strong man, in my mind.

No chance at all a man can cope
with angels sent to ruin hope.
No person there to blame, you see.
In fear I found relief. Tihi!

The girl in me a precious stone,
a diamond, to me, not my own –
myself ingeniously made
by me and mine surviving raid.

The girl in me a pearl God given,
the growing out from being even,
an even being pruned, you see.
Incompetent God made. Tihi.

Being it

Being just about it
and a little to much
one to many is such
a fair chance this is it!

The king and I

First to set out for inspection.
First to lower it, my sword.
I to Norway am protection.
I to God perhaps a lord.

Number one The King saluting
unit by and being of
view command the King inspecting
I am meant to be of love.

Asked, not told, to make the guard,
marked by choice and not by rule,
heed of Jesus my reward,
soldier either or a fool.

One moment at the time

One moment at the time, she says.
I understand not chance, God’s ways,
The Lord by man resplendent done
by faith man given in the Son.

One moment at the time, she says,
to cope with fear and nature’s ways.
And one by one and not by chance
we overcome and skill enhance.

One moment at the time. God’s time.
She says. The dollar not a dime,
I see, the value of the moment found
when faith in it not clock around.

One moment at the time, she says,
to grow and fructify by days
God given in His love for us.
Responsible and trusted thus.

Typical Norwegian

The typical Norwegian lee
is seeing weather as to be.
Life’s challenge given weather by
in Norway arctic. That is why.

When seeing weather as to be
man’s nature unexpectedly:
Severe or friendly, cold or kind,
the weather changes in man’s mind.

When seeing weather as to be
the being always will set free,
the typical Norwegian mind
naïve in faith of human kind.

Not all you see

By nature three is man, you see.
An eunuch from his mother’s womb.
An eunuch man made, acting some.
An eunuch Heaven’s sake to be.

We all restricted duty by.
But only one by God is done.
Not all are lovely to The Son.
Not offer. Charity. Is why.

By nature three the will to be
refusing opportunity.
As eunuchs three we are not free.
But only one by God, – see:

Necessity like grass will be.
Utility like herbs. You see:
As eunuchs they will serve to be,
serve eyes, not like the fruit tree.

Not offerings but mercy is
what Jesus wants from us – and this:
The independence of the tree
affording food. Be fruit trees we!

I dream about a certain beauty

I dream about a certain beauty,
Justice is her maiden name.
A burden not, and not a duty,
the married mine. Is that a shame?

Her eyes a wonder, smile a truth,
her breasts divine and in their youth,
her carriage proud, to eyes anew,
to me would be my dreams come through.

I dream about that wondrous beauty,
Justice is her maiden name.
I make her up, as servant bounty.
My Lord! That woman’s life my flame!

Praised be wisdom

To faith and hope and charity
is wisdom giving clarity
the moon like ending fears and doubt
by comforting and making stout.

A mother like she sees to hers,
prepares, explains when dawn occurs.
The stars insistence upon fate
she renders useless, mother faith.

The stars insistent need to cope
she renders useless, mother hope,
the sun by proud affording birth
to independence on the earth.

The sun in this respect is Christ.
The moon He marries every night.
And wisdom apprehend His ways.
Together they will make my days.

Noah engaging her

Noah was a husbandman,
the first to let the woman count,
the first to let the woman mount
the son by whom she chime the man.

The animals upon the ground,
to earth as wisdom, nous, sense,
he fed upon. The woman hence
to love for being morale found.

Noah made a vineyard her,
before had this not let be done,
expecting thereby, by his son,
deliverance, salvation near.

The Lord the rainbow published, then,
to show unlikely God’s Son not.
As earth to heaven, failing not,
himself was Noah – number ten.

Moses marrying her

When Moses gave The Law he knew
the woman he would merry too,
the woman kept in place by man
directing her to gift his plan.

“Live by The Law, gain life thereof!”
Said Moses. “Deeds, and need to know
to act by God is raised by it.
Live by The Law and act by wit!”

The woman independent, then,
untrammelled, out of harness when
God licensed her to form the Son.
Obeying Law by trust is won.

As man to God the woman free
to act on man’s behalf to be
a revolution Moses by
who was not just another guy.

Jesus relieving her

When Jesus came a birth took place.
Engaged by Noah, wed by Moses,
the human kind left with a case:
“The Son of Man what one composes!”

Man’s life was revolutionized:
“This proves belief in human kind!”
Unfortunately slowly seized
the chance. But some tenor did find.

The Son of Man was born to be
man’s faith God given nature even.
And forming future proud and free
was man let to do believing given.

The woman by her husband too
anew to be perceived set duly:
Her charity now made her true.
Upon to wonder God’s work, truly.

Paul

In prison, Paul, humiliated,
alone, forgotten, dead awaited,
unwelcome, giving life denied:
Precisely he God made our guide.

Impossible what Paul did then –
a miracle to girls and men
afraid of being selves rejected.
In weakness is God’s work perfected.