What are we doing stifling flames,
Taming the wilderness with acceptance,
Handling life with kitchen mittens,
Following a bone to where the currents send us.

We live in a river doomed to have one shore,
And all the boats sail to infinity,
Only when the drought hits town
Do all the sailors part for the sea.

Art became something we're used to,
A design where every brushstroke has to fit,
Bold colors feel like salt in your coffee,
Cause they make the reserved eyes upset.

So every candle smells of forgiveness,
An act of worship for a new excuse,
You might wake up tomorrow or after 90 years,
And see that this paper can no longer be of use.

Has the sky fallen yet.  has the seas dry up.

Has the birds quit singing their songs

Has the roses quit growing on the earth

Has the lions quit their roaring here.

Has anything in nature quit doing what God made  

Then my friend how can God be dead.

Are you an imaginary person to me here.

Am I real, as long as God lives then I am real  

For he is truly in control  today and tomorrow