I'll be the one who sings You praise,
for You are the one who changes my ways,
You light the blaze, deep in my heart,
You have been here, right from the start,

I'll always be ready, to thank you again,
for the greatest sacrifice, that day on the cross,
You guide me each day, through all pain and loss,

Driven by your love, I'll never let go,
I came a long way, and learned so much,
One thing first, I came to know,
That everyone is healed by Your touch.

This evening,
slow drizzling,
peace accompanying
eyes drooping
And I start dreaming

This land , I go
The place no one knows

There are unicorns , there are fairies
There are roses , there are lilies
There is rainbow ,There is waterfall
But there is no worry at all

This is my hiding place ,
A place ,where my joy stays
A place ,where stress goes away
A place ,where I hideaway from trouble
A place , where I stay inside the bubble
A place that protects me from reality

The universe in a cup,
Raise it to your lip,
Sing a note of silence,
Then take a timeless sip.

If you actually knew God,
not just from what you've heard,
If you took a little time,
Just to read His word,

If you knew real love,
That reaches SO incredibly deep,
After the many many times,
You made Him weep,

If you knew true evil,
If you saw true good,
If you knew they are not just feelings,
Not just a human mood,

You would know and understand,
Who God really is,
You would allow Him to mend,
Just by saying please,
Your scars, your soul,
Your pain, your whole.

Reading your poem,
Has broken my heart,
But we each have a choice,
We each play a part...

He has given us,
The gift of free will,
We can choose to heal,
We can choose to ****...

It's as simple as that,
No less, no more,
Belief and action,
is what we'll be judged for.

Watching one single leaf, while it flutters through the air,
upon cloudy blue skies, my reality starts to tear:
as beauty; this I need, to live happily; indeed,

I don't need riches or fame,
I don't need to rule,
or have a much uttered name...

All I need is to enjoy, simple beauty and peace,
to be able to create, using art as my release,
all emotions, bad and good,
only carvings in deadwood...  

All I need is to enjoy, the work of my hands under the sky,
as I live peacefully, while decades pass me by.