Shining a bright light of truth into the darkness,
  great warriors of Standing Rock Sioux Tribe  

Protecting mother earth and all things sacred,
protecting mother earth's water and land

The Standing Rock Sioux tribe of North Dakota,
fighters and heroes for the great of mankind

With their words shining like our Sun, Bright
burning away lies of white men far and Wide

time
passes
slowly
  in the
          rivers  
                 of space
                      the Lord
                   sets His
            finger
to move
and to
     trace
the path
where            
we're  
going
         the path  
where
we've
          been  
he sees
                  us groaning
                              from when
                         life begins
but when
              we have passed
             it is then
we will see
      the rivers we've
               sailed through
toward our
           destiny
                     and when
           we have seen
all the deadfalls
and snares                  
we'll know He's                    
been with us        
           through    
all of our
cares
             and once
                  we have
                           seen this
                    push come to
shove
we'll know
His great
mercy
and
sing
for
His


LOVE



SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/30/2016

Mary....
how did it feel,
when the Spirit of God overshadowed you?
And God within you began to grow?

Joseph...
how was it to know
you must raise the Son of God,
not your own flesh and blood?
Were you afraid to fail,
as so great a task before you stood?

Shepherds...
how did you feel when you saw
Heaven opened in glorious, blinding Light,
with myriads of angels
singing in the night?
Did it fill you with fright?

Wise men...
how was it to travel
through dust storm, heat, and cold,
mile after mile,
following the Star
wherever God would lead?

Donkey...
how did it feel to carry the mother of God
upon your back so broad?
How did it feel to watch Him laid in a manger bed?
So humble.
So small.
So mild.

How did it feel for all of you who witnessed
His humble, yet glorious birth?
Were you filled with awe and wonder?
At the meek beauty of the King of Kings,
born in a stable?
Did you bow before Him in reverence,
and worship Him?
For He who was laid in a manger bed of wood,
will later die for you upon a Cross, so crude.

This Child you look upon
is the Saviour of everyone.
So yes....
Gaze.
Look upon Him.
With awe and wonder.
The Son of God in a manger.
The Son of God.
Your Saviour.

White, glittery snow.
Like frosting on branches.
Hung so low.
Beneath the Winter sky of blue.
Shadows of branches
upon the white.
Like an etching upon a page
that's blank.
Blank page.
Newly fallen snow.
New tracks to be made.
In my new life that lies ahead.
I reach a field...
Blank page.
White snow.
I have the urge to run.
Ready...
Set...
Go!
Snow splashes up
like cold bath powder over my feet.
As I run with joy
across the big expanse.
Making new tracks.
In newly fallen snow.
Upon a blank page.
I leave footprints so bold.
A flock of doves flies over me.
Lord, I am taking this personally.
As Your message to me.
That I am, at last,
Free.
Blank page.
White snow.
New tracks.
New.
Life.

(edited)