What are those dots upon your face,Â
 most darlingest of misses?
They could be chickenpox, I guess;
 more likely, angel kisses.
As just a girl myself I thought
  of freckles as a scourge,
but now I’m old and love those spots
 and thrill as yours emerge.
You see, a wise old doctor told
 me when I was a c...
Anoint in preparation
The face, the hands, the feet;
Put blood upon the lintels
In venues where you’ll meet.
Wait for the cloud of glory
To settle in its place;
Do not intrude unhallowed
on ground that’s sacred space.
Tie ropes around your ankles,Â
Tie bells along your seams,
Tie Jesus to your faint heart
And ...