Man the way people boast, can't miss it, it's on TV radio plus they post coast to coast. We love poking out our chests boasting, I'm the best to hell with the rest. Laughing like it's a big joke when we rag on folk, a very heavy yoke.

I remember life being more clear when people would lend an ear or this I would hear. May I be of assistance, what do you need, what's been allowed to supersede, that Monster Greed. Now we all have an emptiness that need to be filled, we try pills, thrills and even ill will, going down hill.

Then get ****** when in life we remiss, some fall into the abyss, trying to reach that state of bliss and all they can foresee is misery, even with a college degree, misery do love company.

So we make up contest, trying to reach some sort of success, nonetheless we digress, trying to find who's the best. Although we do have our super powers, we're taught never to cower, you're a beautiful flower but things do go sour, living in Ivory towers.

Now if you want to boast about who's foremost, check out this bloke who wasn't blowing smoke whenever he spoke, the man was no joke. The man was shrewd, He fed the multitude, never rude nor would He delude, minds and bodies, He renewed

A healer of the sick, a peacenik without the politics. Never a squatter He's called The Potter, the Man even walked on water. He's the real deal in which you can always appeal, if there are storms in your life He can make 'em kneel, Peace Be Still.

And hears the kicker, more potent than liquor, quicker than any city slicker. You see, it had been aforesaid so He knew what was ahead and He could have fled, instead, He was nailed to the cross where he bled, Then was raised from the dead.

So for all those who think they're hard, check out The King of Kings and Lord of Lords. Where you shall stand in total awe with the rest, every knee shall bow, every tongue shall confess. Now who's the best.

If you want to boast about who's utmost then we can all give a toast from coast to coast to The Lord of Hosts and receive. The Holy Ghost.

Memories seized of the birds and the bees, the gentle breeze can
greatly appease and put your mind at ease.

When that special thought is caught turning you from distraught
into a juggernaut.

But I feel ill at ease, I yet have you to please, to squeeze even to
tease, a feeling of a deep freeze.

Thankfully, as I anticipate you being my soul mate, no longer does
my wait frustrate but alleviates.

Hence a sequence of events for a very bright future tense which
keeps me in suspense.

It's as easy as your abcs, so will you please put my mind at ease
with some beautiful memories.

I'm so excited, honored, delighted knowing soon we'll be united.
Although we're apart we were destined from the start. Like a
wave of a magic wand, a special bond into eternity, even
beyond.

This you can take to heart my lovely work of art and I do thank
The Lord for such a gorgeous counterpart.

You're always on my mind, the word beauty you can redefine
because you're top of the line, my Heavenly sunshine.

For it has been conceived, I'm your Adam, you're my Eve in our
garden of Eden which can be achieved, if we believe.

Until then my special friend... Even when.

In order to discern, you must learn. To Look, Listen and Learn.
Your worldly ways adjourn, don't be to stern.

Remove your shoes and socks, step out of the box for the
world you now live, is a paradox.

You may frown, may feel you're abort to drown, stand firm
and you'll abound for your feet will be placed on Hallowed
Ground.

So ( be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to wrath) the
beginning to walking a righteous path. (James 1:19)

And you can't go by what the world think when it says
your work stink, keep doing your do and don't shrink,
wink, you'll emerge in the pink.

Nor don't shlep but do it with pep and take it step by step
because you're The Good Lord's rep, Yep.

There's about to open an important door. Just who is this
message for?

In the not so distant future, just can't when although I think about you time and time again. Soon we'll meet becoming the best friends, you are my Godsend.

You'll probably laugh when I try to croon for your lovely heart I come to swoon, even though I'm off tune it will be soon, I'll be placing a ring on your finger the stone will be the moon.

When we have our tryst, our own paradise, in the midst becoming inflamed from the first kiss, I believe you know the gist.

For now I pray, I wish, I'll even fish for a way to come to you such an enchanting dish. But I can definitely say... Soonish.

Cold drab and dreary, lost lonely and weary it can become very scary.

Winter, a dreaded season of depression, misplaced aggression and wearing many false expressions.

The beginning years filled with many fears, unreliable peers and unstable careers, you will shed a million tears.

From starting out young, very high strung, often finding yourself in the dung from many a slip of the tongue. But loving to play, building on foundations on clay, it swings, it sways, soon it's all taken away.

Nonetheless it's a learning process, some can only guess, while others think life's a game of chess but even through the strife and through the stress, true success come to those who know their blessed.

Once you discover, life's on good living uncover. You Look, Listen and you'll learn, true life must be earned and you'll get back a beautiful return.

Winter, a dreaded season, the blessed find the rhyme and find the reason. Then spread their wings, do the thing and a lovely song they'll start to sing, stepping out of winter into spring.

Don't stay in winter. DO The Thing.

When we were peewee, even before we could see

there was put forth a decree for a love that shall span

from ocean to ocean, from sea to sea, made in Heaven

and shall always be twix you and me.

It's Destiny.