You give me the wings
To help me fly
To not give up but to try
To reach out toward the sky
       To strive to make my dreams
               come true even if they don't
       I know I have the greatest gift
                                            in you
                                I still reach for the sky
because my heart sings while your belief
in me gives me wings
Love <3   U

We each need to reach down and find out what our purpose is.
Whether we are teachers, writers, singers for our purpose is.
To use our gifts to Glorified our Creator and God Lord Christ.
To reach into our self's to see what gifts that Christ gave to us.
So that we can start using them everywhere that we may go.
Revealing to the world the things that he has done for us.
We do not need a stage to do this either, we can do it on the street.
We can exclaim to everyone whom passes us by the great things that he done.
Actually in Christ time on the earth, that was how the people he healed did it.

I have loved many, before I got to know them.
I had been touch by Christ to love them as he does.
Some I felt my heart breaking for them and their situation.
Some I see Christ rise up in them like a hurricane does.
I was put on this world not to hate anyone but to love unconditionally.
For this was what he called me to do, no matter what they do.
Love unconditionally is only impossible when Christ is not in the equation.
But he is in the equation for me so even those whom want to destroy the usa.
Out of selfish greed I need still to love them especially  unconditional.
For without God and without love , we have nothing to live for.

Thanks to God for my Redeemer,
Thanks for all Thou dost provide!
Thanks for times now but a memory,
Thanks for Jesus by my side!
Thanks for pleasant, balmy springtime,
Thanks for dark and stormy fall!
Thanks for tears by now forgotten,
Thanks for peace within my soul!!!

Time is very familiar
Like my old friend
He lives in the world is in trouble
Goes on to say whenever He comes to

He just can't catch up
Talking with him
From afar
But it is being hung out together

Now Spring going back
He doesn't come at all
Suddenly I saw him that day,
Like the art of Rain

Last year I couldn't
Almost guess the Autumn
Unless I had seen white clouds floating
In the evening sky

What happens if you don't get caught
You have to go right,
To the Winter
Come back again in the Spring

@ Musfiq us shaleheen