Life without you has no meaning.
No purpose nor joy for without you.
All the blessings become nothing, useless.
For if there is no you in my life here.
Then my will cease to want to live here.
For your people give me hope as well.
A purpose to want to persevere here.
But if you leave my life Holy Lord.
Then your people shall as well also.
All that will be left will be nothingness and death.

What purpose is there to live if I was to lose you God.
Everything in my life would be for nothing now.
So Lord I know that you will be faithful till the end.
But I just how meaningless life is without you by my side.
For you are the Purpose in our lives the spark in our eyes.
You are the meaning to life itself, the perfection in everything.
So how can I even hope to live , if you are not in it God.
For you are everything that is good and Holy everywhere.
So if you were to abandon me, there would be nothing good left.

My soul yearns for the Great I am.
Provider of all of my needs everyday.
For you give and you take away.
The soothing Savior to my Spirit and Soul.
Who am I but a man that been blessed.
By you O Lord an ordinary mortal.
With a Super Natural Extraordinary God.
Who saves and redeems all of his people.

Survival in this life that we all live.
To fight to survive, to live as beacon.
A Light to reveal the way to live life.
To be like Christ, the Savior of the universe.
To love without ever stopping loving.
For Love is the Greatest gift given.
To boldly Love without fear of being hurt.
For Love is a action , that comes from God.

Looking up the cloudy sky
searching for the stars
I thought of you and realised
the sky is not their only home
there are stars among us
forever searching for home.

Your droopy eyes are palpable
But their leakage is  so very  liquid
That everything  from your frown and down
are only streaks of monochrome colours.

The shine from your bottom lip’s pout  
Is the sole indication of any protuberance
In between the  misty, misplaced  smudges
And  now I’ve gone and lost your focal point.

Your wilted close is tangible
But the reasoning is  so volatile
That I’m unsure of Where the dead must head
And whether *** just simply is a sin.

The parameters are but blurred
And lead to a dissipated bit of an apex
Among smears of arrogant  ignorance
And now I’ve gone and belittled your focal point.

But what is it, exactly, that you wanted to make an impression of?

Your cards are something that I desperately would like to fix
But my fingers are terribly stupid with those witty kinds of tricks

If I could, I would move the conceited constellations by degrees
After re-tossing all your bewitched leaves from your stupid teas

And I don’t know whether God just weighted your dice for kicks
But I wish I could be an ill sport and pick for you a face of any six

Because, although I can only see nonsense when you grin about your Belief,
It has moulded you into something perfect
and you deserve all there is of any relief.