God is building up his people
A holy nation, a royal priesthood
A people chosen by God
To do his mighty will on earth

Jesus is interceding
for his precious little flock
He's loving us, and leading us
On the path that we should take

The holy spirit is drawing us
Before the throne of grace
To feel Gods love and mercy
To strengthen us for the fight

We are a mighty army
with the trinity by our side
We are called victorious
By the testimony of our mouths

We are the overcomers
No longer living in fear
We will stand against the foe
And our faith will be our shield

We all take pain
In its purest form
Straight to the vein
Tattered and worn
We are reborn

They say Saints are only sinners
Who kept on trying
But we're all dying
Trying to lick the sore

There is no good
No bad
There is No right
no wrong
We are what we are
Don't judge where we belong.

it is what it is.
And We all bleed.
Sounds like Equanimity
To me.

Why are we the way we are
Do we get lost from walking so many different paths
While searching for things we left behind at the very beginning
Is it hope, greed, passion that guides us   or do we just look through the future into the past for that which we were and could be
Forgetting we are locked up in chambers, deep in slumber and that which we perceive as reality is nothing more than a long vivid dream
Are we what we are as seen in the eyes of children
Or do we become what we will with the passage of time and the wisdom of age
Do we find solace in knowing our safety is assured or on our last day that praises of our exploits shall be sang
Gripped at the heart by the fear of the unknown because we do not know what comes after we go to rest on our eternal bed.

Black umbrellas,
Bodies standing.
Black umbrellas,
Hearts expanding.
Black umbrellas,
Minds demanding.
Black umbrellas,
Lord commanding.
Black umbrellas,
No understanding.
Black umbrellas,
Bodies standing.

My perfect sky is like the eyes of a old, wise man,
With a pale blue outline that deepens as one looks more to the center.
It has puffs of whites where one is left wondering what is behind them
Puffs of white that make you wonder if there is more to them than just their color.
My perfect sky demands to be looked into.
My perfect sky is beautiful.

1.
I made my way through thin, cigarette trees
as I searched for, and simultaneously, lost myself.
The foliage coated the ground in different shades of gold,
soft earth's natural armour against my violent feet.

2.
I whispered like smoke, from some conscious place,
"where are you,

                       where are you?"

3.
I found the moon in wavering waters,
resembling a pale dinner plate.
The stars, its companions,
the table on which it was set.

4.
I looked for recognition in the eyes of my reflection,
the face was that of another woman.
One that did not flinch like an exposed nerve;
One that knew she was more like a grains of sand at her feet,
than the gravity around her.

I folded my tired self into her stillness,
knowing that I controlled nothing, and
finally rested.

I wonder
How it would have been like if you had stayed
Would your parking spot would have been the same
Would your rustic tool box would have been in the shed
Or would an old copy of your favorite Tom Jones tunes,
would have played over and over
Every Sunday morning

It’s the little things we pondered the most
When hitting the ceiling
But we tried it in silence
Allowing the good times to simmer

Appreciate a pure sunrise
See all its glory
Yet just before Amazing Dawn
Has its own story

Before you have a choice to make
Turning left or right
First pause to contemplate the spot
Right within your sight

Body language will belie the
Loud clang of false words
Look into a person’s eyes or
Miss the message heard

What makes a brilliant orchestra
Or pastoral scene
The thing defining beauty is
The spaces in between

In the pauses, in the spaces
Feel your resting hearts
Waiting for the curtain rising
Just before it parts

All the spaces in the painting
Give it life and depth
Sea shells overlooked make precious
All the ones you’ve kept

Hold that hole in that sweet donut
Just before it’s dunk
And keep an eye right on the ball
Right before it’s sunk

Anticipating Christmas morn
Or Baby’s first step
The moment he’s still holding on
Right before he leapt

Savor that bite, unopened gift
Mere ghost of a smile
Forget the end, appreciate
Running your last mile

Take my hand and let's see the world
take my heart and be my girl
let's make memories we'll never forget
let's have moments we'll never regret

Let's walk around and explore the earth
let's enjoy our lives from this day forth
let's make every tick tock worth
let's be together like we were meant to since birth

Let's venture into unknown places
let's fall in love over and over on a daily basis
let's stay up to watch the sunrise
while we kiss and look into each other's eyes

Let's cuddle up and look at the starts
then let our love reach that far
let's always be happy in each other's presence
with a love so pure it feels like heaven

Let's never take each other for granted
and let's do everything that is romantic
let's hold each other through every night
and never let go cause it feels so right

Let's be together till we're too old
let's let our love story be the best story ever told