when you look beyond busyness
what is it that you see?
a world endlessly searching
for what it was meant to be?
a mankind desperately looking
for the answer to its ache,
striving to achieve
some sort of break
from its broken heart
of pain and agony,
hoping to fix this
crippled reality?
when I look beyond busyness
I know what I see
a world waiting for God's return
when he destroys the enemy
a world waiting for the story to turn
to the part where Earth is set free

Seeing no hope of breath,
they swim into their death.

in only three
days I will be
pushed out of
the category
of being super young
my twenties have begun
I secretly hope
that I won't lose the fun
of life and living
getting and giving
dancing to the tunes
my heart is singing
dreaming dreams
scheming schemes
excitedly studying
captivating themes
hoping big hopes
crossing thin ropes
and climbing over
giant big slopes
as the next lot
of years slot
their way into me
I hope I will not
lose my inner child
by becoming mild
may my heart forever
burn free and wild

If I versed God in a game of pool,
Would his style of play be awkward or cool?
Would he miss some shots, just to be kind?
Or sink them all, leaving me behind?
When the game ends, would he leave the room bored?
Or stay back and help me move my skills forward?

Who touches your heart the most
Making you come alive?
Who draws out gold in you
That you on your own can't contrive?
Who raises you to your glory
Surprising even yourself?
Who picks you up and reads you
When most put you on the shelf?
Who transports you to another world
Of magic when they are around?
Who speaks from rich wells deep
That you lean closer to hear the sound?
Who carries an atmosphere of warmth
No matter how cold the weather?
Who connects with you so frightfully well
That you know you were born to be together?
Whoever this gift from heaven is
Pour your whole soul into them.
Whatever on earth the cost is
Give it all up to secure this gem.