I hear children laugh and I am filled with tears. I see a flower bloom and my eyes are blinded with a salty flow. I do not keep my feelings pent up, I just do not let others see. I keep the moments when I cry quiet, for they are precious to me.

Reading opens a door to a different world. Knowledge expands the vision beyond brick and mortar walls. The pages are cobble stone in a path to ascension. Words of inspiration remove the veil of ignorance. A book lends itself to new ideas and oppertunity. An educated child can lead the world to a better place. A book is a cure for poverty even in the most hopeless place.

When I walked among the flowers you planted I found peace. When I heard the birds singing my soul was at ease. When I saw you in the morning light, I fell in love. When I was in the garden with you the whole world seemed right.

Deep blue seas where there appears to be no bottom. Deep dark places where life exist against all odds. Flowing white wave crest where Dolphins and Whales dance from beneath the depths. Moments of quiet and calm, followed by a tempest rage. The sea is both life giving and unforgiving. We do not fully understand what the Ocean is, yet we refuse to give it the respect that it is due. We take from it, but what do we really give. We use it but do not show kindness in return. How long can we live like this, what will we be our end. The Ocean is a divine gift, perhaps we would do better to treat it as such.

Unwashed masses lay waste to the streets, while the elite in their Ivory towers drink and celebrate. At last the day has come, anarchy reigns. Enough social engineers have pulled enough emotional levers so that now the fabric has come undone. Hoards howl like barbarians at the gate as the intellectuals wait behind high walls in their gilded cages. At some point the believe the rabble will fall in line, then they will take over and redesign things as they should be. In their disillusionment the rich and powerful wait. Holding on to their ideals of social purity, all the while Rome burns. What they did not count on is that when the dust settles, who will be left to buy with their silver and gold. Who will be there to do their bidding. The ones who are destroying the fabric of what was are also killing those who built all that has been. So when the final fire is out and the last howl is heard and the rich elite emerge from their high points of view, who then will be left to carry out their plans?

My eyes are dry and my soul is empty. I weep until the ground is white with salt. Perhaps it would be better if I could drown in my own sorrow. Perhaps if I could remove my emotions, then I would be as the dead. Where ever I go I bring sorrow. I can even darken the Sun. So I will go and find a place of seclusion and there in the dark I will weep. Then the tears that I cry will harm no one but myself and perhaps if I am alone I will simply fade away.

Long ago in foreign lands, I stood quietly with a gun in my hands. In the midnight hour I walked the line. I watched the horizon for trouble from the sea. I was far away from my loved ones, as far as one could be. In places where I did not belong, I went to answer duties call. I was part of a greater good, one among many. I did not complain, for I had raised my hand. I was willing to pay freedoms debt, no matter what the cost. Where others now walk I once stood. I stood the watch and answered freedoms call.

If tomorrow we withdrew and called our soldiers and sailors home. If we pulled back all of our boots on the ground and left the world to fend for itself. Would there be parades in our streets, but weeping abroad? Our young and brave would be home for the holidays. Would the world truly miss us or breathe a sigh of relief that we had gone home? How would those who protest us feel, if they were left to the hand of tyrants and murderers when all of our troops came home?

The stars shine in a cloudless sky, as the earth turns. People sleep in peace as our fighter jets fly and our satellites keep watch in the night. Ships sit on the horizon as the watch changes unnoticed. Children dream under the stars and stripes in many lands, because our soldiers are at the gates. A world waits for dawn so that sleepy eyes can wake. People go out to play and children don't have to worry. A silent night watch was kept by America on land, sea and in the skies.

The world is filled with chaos, reality has been torn up at the seems. There is an aching for change, but the old paradigm will not easily pass away. Through blood and tears the world is shedding it's old skin. A new birth is coming, what it will be no one is sure. All that we know is that castles are falling and new ideas are emerging, but unfortunately some mimic the old. We must not give in to complacency, but we must move forward with change. How ever painful it might be, we  must let what will come be. Until new ideas are tested, we shall never know what works and what will not. Perhaps only in revolution will we emerge the better, only time can provide the answers that we seek.

I had a dream the other night, I was in an ancient land. The world was dead silent, as people stood around. They looked up at a hill top where 2 crosses stood. I ask a stranger, sir was does this mean. He told me the Romans has killed two thieves. Then I was taken to another place, a quiet garden outside a city. There I heard people arguing, I went in among them to see what I could do. Then as they quarreled and fought, I asked what's wrong with you? One man pulled me aside and said that he was gone. I did not know what it meant, then I was carried on. Quickly night became day, and I stood on a hill over City. I saw a man looking down weeping and I said sir is there anything I can do. He simply looked at me with sorrowful eyes and said they're not worth it. I stood in awe for a moment, then I saw a bright and blinding light. Then I heard the man's voice say I am sorry and I watch him fly away. Into the heavens he went, then I felt a cold chill. An then I heard someone laughing, but no one could I see. Then a cold calus voice said, now you belong to me. Filled with terror I woke in a cold sweat, I the got down on my knees. I cried out to God. Please don't let this be. A quiet voice replied, please be still my son. You have nothing to fear for the fathers will was done. I tried to calm myself, but I still felt like I was there. Stuck in a place on that hill so long ago. Overlooking a city where Satan won, when Jesus said no.

We may not have wings, but we can still have mercy. We may not wear shimmering robes, but we can still be a witness. We may not wield a blazing sword, but we can still give justice. Many are called but few are chosen. The way is not easy but the reward is beyond imagining. What is done is not done for personal gain, but because is right. Often we are persecuted, but we still endure. Can we be angels, the answer is yes, if we choose to be.

The House was a flutter with lawyers galore. Files were stacked from ceiling to floor. The media waited breathlessly for the gavel to fall, impeach them one impeach them all. Phone calls had been made and text messages had been sent. This is it this is the event. As Pelosi took the stage, all of their hopes and dreams would come true. Just waiting on the vote that all they could do. As the roll was called, one by one they said yea. The democrats had 218, they won the day. With all of the House Republicans in unified dissent. It was over, an on Impeachment went. From the floor of the house in a blink of an eye, on the Senate they thought we have this guy. While in the White House with not even a frown , President Trump was making a deal with the Chinese. When someone came in and said it was just on CNN, they passed the impeachment, this is the end. The President just looked with a coy smile, he said I think I will be golfing for a while. As the papers were cleared out of the House, the building became as quiet as a mouse. On to the Senate all in disarray, let us end the President let us do it today. Then what appeared to the Democrats dismay, but Mitch McConnell to get in their way. With his neatly placed glasses centered on his round face. he took all of the joy out of the place. Like a Grinch that stole Christmas, he said with a twitch, you will not impeach him, I am not giving an inch. So with stacks of papers and boxes of legal briefs, the impeachment charade came to an end. Another failed attempt and the Democrats had lost again.

When friends have forsaken us and loved ones have passed away. When age has crept up on us and we come to the close of the day. In still silence we will see our truest selves and wonder what we could have done. Then in that moment , we find reassurance from the only one that matters. When all things are gone and God is all that is left, that will be enough.

We are going through growing pains, the world around us is changing. We are going in many directions . The old way of doing things is fading and new ideas are emerging. The problem is that it is happening all at once. Chaos seems to be the order of the day, but there is nothing new under the sun. The mountains and oceans have seen empires rise and fall, yet we worry about a few seconds that go by so quickly that we do not see them. In the end, something new will be born. What it will look like is hard to say. The only thing of which we can be sure, is that in some way we will survive. As with all changes, we will simply have to wait and see what will happen to us.

We are children, playing at adulthood. Our measure of time is minimal. Like Ants or Grasshoppers we move around. One changes the environment the other exist and dies away. Nature measures time in Eons while we palpitate when we loose a few seconds that we deem to be precious. We think we matter, we think we can undo what it took Millennia to accomplish. Nature works slowly but deliberately. Sometimes it takes leaps forward in one instance and in others it creeps along age after geological age. As the Ant who's colony can be wiped out by a strong rain, or the Grasshopper who is ended by a frost, we are here but a moment and are fleeting. We play at the religion of the moment, then we die away. Ideologies change and points of view differ. In one century we reach for the stars, then in the next, we are using stone tools because creation changes it's mind. How much do we really affect a natural balance that shifts like the sands of a desert? Does climate change, the answer is yes. With political opinions, or mass cataclysms climate changes, but do we really have anything to do with it at all?

The dust falls off of the flag as the soliders quietly salute. The stars and stripes ripple beneath a pair of well worn boots. An honor guard walks ahead of the covered coffin, another fallen son. Children weep silently, dad's work is done. On a TV people scream, but they do not understand the sacrifice that our sons and daughters have made for this land. In quiet repose a coffin sits awaiting 21 guns, before being laid in hollowed ground where others have gone before. At last a solider has come home from another foreign war.

Men and women come home from war with limbs missing. Their body parts lay in the dirt of some foreign land. American blood stains another person yard, and yet they keep standing for what is right. Our children can't pledge allegiance to our flag but burning it is okay. Our politicians open our borders but American children cannot go out into the city streets and play. Drugs and violence end innocent lives while politicians complain about civil rights, unless you try to mention God or own a gun then they say you have no rights.  Our leaders turn their backs on their own people while running down the land of the free. If the haters of our country had their way they would take all our freedoms away from you and me.

Hobbits had their holes and dwarves shook mighty mountains with their picks in an endless quest for gold. The forest were alive with elves and fairies and birds could talk to men. Dragons and eagles soared under the sun. Men built cities on the water and sailed on mighty ships across dark seas. How wonderful it was when the world was magic and perhaps can one day be again.

Men sit in silence as they surround a metal box. The roar of the engines is all that can be heard. A flag drapes the coffin upon which sits a simple emblem, elite special forces. What he did is known only to a few, it may be 50 years or never before we all know the truth. Men who choose a different path now reflect on what has been done. One of their own has paid the price, a hero that will remain unsung. His family will receive a letter and a medal posthumously. Some will know he died a hero, but silence is their creed. Many could have gone a different path, they could have been an athlete.  Instead they heard a higher call, one that most will never understand. Suffering the rigors of training that few will ever see, they work to achieve excellence, to take their place among the elite. The best our country has to offer, they go off to fight in wars. In places that we have never heard of, against enemies that we may never know. Knowing each mission could be their last, and that the flag draped coffin could be all that they get as a reward. The hidden heroes of Americas special forces, do what must be done, so that we can live in peace in the land that we call our home.

God is in my pocket, where I carry a few extra dollar bills. He goes with the money when I give it to do his will. God is in my heart to convict me of my sin. He is in my prayers when I ask for his forgiveness again. God is in my life when I think I cannot do anything right. He lets me know I am not alone in this fight. God is in the sick beds and in the nursing homes. Despite what people thinks, he does not leave his children alone. God is in the rain storm when the earth cries out with thirst. God is in the city streets when we go on to our work. God is not just in one place you see. If you think about God can be found in you and me.

On a cruel tree blood and water did flow. From a broken body the sinful world was made whole. In anguish he cried as the spear went in deep. Then rivers of salvation from his side did seep. He gasp for one final breath and said father it is done. Then the sky grew dark and the earth trembled at the setting of the son. A Roman solider looked on and said truly a righteous man has been slain. Yet salvation was born when they pierced his side that day.

The needle in my arm just hangs there. The burning sensations have disappeared. I am becoming numb as I turn ashen. I see the lights becoming a blur. As I lay on my bed, I think finally I have killed my pain. My breathe becomes shallow, each one seems like my last. I can no longer hear the noises, everything is simply a buzzing in my ears. Perhaps this is it, perhaps I will not come back this time. As I slip into unconsciousness, I feel a slight chill ,as I enter the blackness the world grows cold around me.

I have a mirror cut from black glass, it stands in a frame hewn from dark wood. The surface is finely polished so that your reflection can be seen in the faintest light. Some people who see it think it is quite odd, but it is very practical you see. Because when I look in my dark mirror I see my truest self, not a pretty lie that the world wants me to see.

I sit quietly as you walk by, but you do not notice me. I find reasons to be near you but I feel unsure of myself. I go home and hide in my room as I look in the mirror I do not like what I see. Perhaps if I were thinner you would notice me. I skip breakfast and nibble at my lunch. I go home and eat my dinner then I throw it up. I toss and turn all night hoping tomorrow will be the day. I put on my clothes and they do not fit right. I look at my hair and I see that it is thinner so I think if I dye it perhaps it will look right. I go to class and sit near you, but you never look my way. I cannot figure out what is wrong with me, so I think of another way. Perhaps if I was thinner, then you would see me. I get a few pills from a friend so that I will not be hungry all of the time. I bump into you and you just look at me funny. I am not sure what it means, I just say sorry and walk on. I look in the mirror and I don't like what I see. I am still to fat, perhaps that is why you won't notice me. My mother finds me on the floor of our bathroom. I wake up in the hospital the room begins to spin. I wonder why everyone looks worried. I have an IV in my arm and it makes me feel ugly. I thought this was how it is done. I see the pictures in the magazine, they are all so pretty and thin and look so happy it seems. It turns out that what I thought was helping wasn't good for me. I am just lying here in my hospital bed dying for you to notice me.

The chess board is not square it is round. The pieces do not all look the same. The kings and queens change erratically and the game is not always fair. Pieces do not conform to strategic norms and many are often sacrificed for what is foolishness. Few are the knights and many are the castles and bishops that block the path of the pawns. The castles hold power and watch as kings and queens fall, while the bishops spew false hope and tell lies that they think the unwashed masses want to hear. Piece by piece the game unravels as the world falls into disarray. Hope is a commodity that is in short supply as I one of the pawns struggles to climb up the rung of the ladder, only to get knocked back two spaces. How cruel is the game and how unfair is life, if only we could have a equal playing field.

Leaders stare at each other and pretend that they are kings. Armies march on parade as nations look on with pride. Poverty fills the streets as children play in the dirt. Threats are hurled as young men are sent to war. The rich consume the resources of the world like Locust devouring a wheat field. Citizens are fed a diet of lies as the puppet masters make their plans . posturing and preening while others bear the burden of their selfish ways. Such are the way of governments as they rattle the Sabre for no reason at all.

Shards of the pieces of broken lives lay along a rugged path. Lost hopes and tear stained dreams lay forgotten. The world walks by them and gives it no thought. Prayers go up but there seems to be no answer, but if you look closely and follow the path you will see where all of the misery ends, up on a hill called Calvary, on an old rugged tree. Where the son of God was crucified for you and I, that we may be free from sin and gain eternal life.

The orator speaks as the masses run towards the flame. Not the light of knowledge, but the radiant beacon of ignorance. The masses embrace the false comfort of surrender as they bask in the light. Life is too hard and we must not think for ourselves. Release us from responsibility they cry, give us our desires and protect us as we give up bits of our freedom for false security. Many are mesurized by the hypnotic words of the Sphengali's that promise them everything, but deliver little. The fault of your life is too much freedom surrender and be at ease. To those who go willingly the dissenter are the obstacle that must be overcome. As the mass delusion carries the masses to their doom, some struggle against the light of ignorance, but in what seems a futile fight. The curtain begins to fall on freedom as democracy is replaced with lies. So goes the book of liberty as the chapter of the script of ignorance heralds the end of a story as freedom is closed out of the scene.

People had stopped coming and the bells no longer rang . The old gospel hymnals collected dust and the stained glass was faded and cracked. They pushed the doors closed and then nailed them shut. The cross was taken down and they breathe a sigh of relief. No longer would they have to hear The Sermon on the Mount. The Ten Commandments were thrown aside and they gave a gleeful shout. The world thought that christanity was done. No more churches were left, the battle was finally won. While they were celebrating, God was looking down from upon his throne. They had boarded up the buildings, but the church was not gone. Despite the world's best efforts, to tear God's people apart, what they could not understand is that God is in every Christians heart. So one by one, those who were left continued to spread the word. Though the hymnal were dusty, songs of praise could still be heard. From every single person that carried God in their heart, songs of praise filled the throne room and brought joy to the creators heart. Despite their best efforts, christanity would not die. Even though the nailed the church doors shut, God's word did still abide. For what they did not consider was that God does not exist in a single place, but that his cathedral is all of creation, for he is God that created everything.

I am up then I am down. I live on an emotional Merry go round. I never know who I will see in the mirror when I wake. I never know what kind of day it will make. My life is a mixed up cake full of pills. A discolored bottle is where I get my thrills. Pink, blue, white and green pills. Several times a day they make things very real. I live in a drug induced stupor, people call me brave, my mom says I am a real trooper. All I want is for the fog to go away, perhaps I can be the real me for just one day. How did life end up this way? This is not the existence I would have chosen, but I have personalities by the dozens. Being one of my many selves is not always appropriate, welcome to the world of my psychosis.

Mommy has manicured nails and daddy pays all of the bills. I walk around in high heels, oh what a pampered life. I have an awesome boy friend, he lets me drive his Mercedes Benz. I love his rippling muscles as he wraps his arms around me. I don't shop at retail stores, only the best from Christian Dior. Funny how money can open doors, yes I am rich. So what if I am a little spoiled and I never get my soft skin soiled. I have servants to take care of that. I spend my days looking amazing, sitting by the pool with my friends. What a shame it would be if this life were to ever end. So I will work on my smile, keep my figure all the while, I have money to burn. When will the little people ever learn, they all like what they see. All of them want to be like me. I am famous for being rich and they say I am a little *****. I will just sit here a while, perhaps take a few selfies and smile as I feed my dog Caviar. Perhaps I will just become an online star. Smiling as you dream of being rich like me, I am just a little entitled you see.

Like ants we scurry around and think we truly matter. We build sand castles and believe we can achieve immortality. In truth like children on a seashore we labor in vain. The waves from the ocean of time sweep away what we have built. No matter our perception, our existence in this world is finite. What we leave behind little but memories of our ghost. In the end we complete our short journey, while eons pass the world turns and the cosmos changes, and yet we exist for only a second and wonder that we even matter at the end of it all.

The world cried out for a savior and God gave them one. Then Satan came along and said let's have some fun. So as the savior waited for Gods word, Satan threw a party. For days the celebrating went on as if there was no end. Then the savior came back and all had to repent. The check came due for the misdeeds, but Satan could not be found. He said you guys have become a ****** so I will just sit this one out. On the people went and then their savior faded away, then the law was left but the rules they did not obey. So Satan came again and said let's have some fun. He tempted each person, all of them one by one. Then the bill came due again and Satan could not be found. The people had to pay the check yet again. So people began to wonder what is the devils deal. Is it to temp and torment to break Gods will. No in truth this is not the case, for you see he just want you to have fun. At least until the clock runs out and the bill has come. Then you will be left to pick up check for the devil will not pay his due. Then he will slip off quietly and laugh at you.

The shards of broken dreams lay all around me. The mirror that told me the truth has shattered. The pieces of sharp reality now cut my feet as I walk. Each shiny bit taunts me as the pain rises up from each labored step I take. I would move mountains to go back, but the cruel hands of time keep moving forward. So I must go on living with my mistakes and enduring the pain of walking on the glass that I shattered with my lies.

Shades of Phantoms haunt my days. I see strange things. I look in the mirror and I am not myself. I see a crown and armor yet I feel less than mortal. The world shifts around me as I walk, everything is skewed. The faces of the people that pass me are contorted, I see them for what they really are. There are no pleasantries among them, each one holds a monster inside. I see their Dark Inner secrets that they cover with a facade. Is the world an illusion or am I simply living out my delusions? Who can really say what is real anymore?

The lock pops on the cell block, you can hear the keys as they hit the floor. I am losing hope sitting behind a steel door. The life that the streets brought me, for this wrap it never taught me. My life was hitting on the out side. I was getting money, now all I'm getting is time. Babies in their mama's arms crying, when I had my hustle I was trying to get ahead, now I'm sitting here on half past dead. My life is a neutrality, this can't be my new reality. My family was the only reason I was living the life of the hustle, poverty is what got me in trouble. I just wanted my piece of the American dream, not this nightmare I am living, iron bars are not the real prison. Trapped inside the silence, each day seem like my twilight. In the shadows I cry out and then it hits me that there is no doubt. Drugs were the name of the game, I was just trying to rise above the pain. Children with no hope and nothing to eat, so I picked up a gun and went to the streets. I am sorry that I made my loved ones cry so many tears, but the hustle cost me some years of my life, now my torment is missing my family because of the life. I hope my children and god will forgive me, it was the only way I knew to live you see. Now I am not sure if redemption can be mine, I am inside my own prison doing hard time.

Vanity is an infection that distracts from the truth. Superficial beauty fades like leaves on a tree in Autum. Wealth blinds the eye to justice. Silver and gold turns away true judgment. Those who have can buy judgment, while the poor have no recourse. All things come to an end, kingdoms collapse and empires fall. Death is the one true equality. All face this judgement, an no mortal can escape it. No matter what trappings the world has given us.

Place a rose in your hair, so that crimson can shine against the gold. Say yes to my heart's desire, withhold not that which I want from you . Let your true nature come to fruition as I stand lost in a memory. My eyes have captured a vision, a remembrance and yet it is so real. I hold out my hands to seek your embrace, my fingertips tremble for fear that you are a mere shade of what was. The Rays of the Sun outline your form, a goddess descending from Olympus, an angel that is Walked Out Of Heaven. My heart has lost its rhythm and I am smitten. I feel your breath as your lips touch mine. I can no longer think, I can only exist in the moment. I can only be what you will let me, as my being is overcome with your forbidden Delights.

You have never seen me but I ask you to trust me. You know my name but you have not heard my story. You are unsure of what I am offering, but you are curious about who I am. Some people tell you to reject me, but a small voice says give it a try. The choice will be yours ultimately, I can only wait to see if you are willing, to take a leap of faith and trust in Gods only son.

They say the world is getting smaller but there is so much unused space. They say that people are starving, but people throw away food away everyday. They say there is not enough money, but governments keep printing it. We are told that governments can solve our problems, but they cannot even get along with each other. They say we must believe one way or another, why can't we each be left to our own path? If there is not a shortage of anything, then what are we fighting for?

Christ makes intercession with the father. He protects his sons and daughters. He sits on the throne to hear our prayers. He sends his angels to show us he cares. He gives us a guiding light to show us the way. He is there for us when ever we pray. He strengthens us when we need more faith. He sits on the mercy seat to give us his grace. He cries for us when we go astray. He corrects us and puts us back on the straight and narrow way. He is closer to us than any friend. He will be there for us until then end.

No matter how many times I wash my hands, the stains are still there. No matter how much I try, I cannot silence the screams. I know I shouldn't have done it but it is to late to worry about that now. Inside my room that closes in on me every time I open my eyes. Just one drink too many, that is all it took. I walked away without a scratch, but two others lost their lives. The blood will not wash off of my hands no matter how much I try.

Yes hell is real, I have lived in for a while. The cartoon creatures of my torment live all around me. They have many forms, but all are there to steal my joy. Some are no more than floating heads I see on a video screen. They chatter on day and night with out every making a point. Others are shiny and bright but they are hollow inside. They glisten like a polished gem but when they open their gaping mouths, they **** in every good thing and leave you nothing in return. There are still others that are mumbling faceless creatures, buried in a black swamp that has on bottom. They lurk around waiting to see if you need something so that they can make you wait out the eternity. Yes there is a hell and it is called a bureaucracy.

Jonathan Campbell  1d
I was wondering if you would be interested in this project im starting up. I wanna post spoken word poetry audio on sound cloud and youube. non profit just for the artists

Like a Black Dahlia, she sits in solitude. Her Essence is intoxicating and draws you in with her mysterious ways. To touch her is a delight, but be careful you don't get lost in her. For what may appear to be a delicate flower, is simply an enticement to get you into her web. In truth she's poison, she has been the ruin of many men. So if she happens to Blossom in your path, beware the dark flower.

I see the mighty Oak in a vision or a dream, I am not sure which it is. I look at a trail filled with many tears, I am sad because I know I do not belong here. The great plains are silent but once they thundered with a million hooves, as the Bison rolled across them like a wave that did not end. I see the tall mountains that could not be climbed, now scarred with the signs of mans greed. I sit high on a hill and listen to the wind, in it I hear ancient songs that now only exist in memories. The great Eagle screeches in the sky, but we are now few and our past is being forgotten. I want to remember the wisdom of those who came before me, but the voices of my ancestors are being silenced each time the old stories are not told. I see that we are fading like the grass from the Prairie. How sad to sit and watch a people and a way of life die.

My tears have fallen for many whom I have loved. My tears have fallen for some who do not know me. My tears have been wept in silence when I had no words to speak. My tears have been cried at the Masters feet. In hours of temptation I have wept for myself and those who could not cry. Soon a day will come when I will no longer need to cry. I have grown aged and my sight has become dim. It is hard for me to kneel though my body is bent with age. Soon I will no longer weep for I will see a beautiful land. I will kneel one more time then I will be called to stand. Before my saviors throne I will hear well done. Welcome home my good and faithful son. In that moment I will shed one last tear, a tear of joy that will be wiped away with Gods own hand. Then I will cry no more because I will be home at last.

Evergreen Pine Spruce and Cedar covered in decorative lights. Silver Bells and colored ornaments shining bright. Waiting for presents to be placed beneath on a quiet Christmas night. Christmas trees throughout the land giving children joyful Delight. Here for only a momentary season then they return from whence they came look for a few brief moments they bring joy to so many lives.

Through the times that I have fallen he's picked me up. When I doubted myself he believed in me. Through all adversity he has been my comfort so when the world says no I will say yes. No matter what may come no matter who may stand against me I will stand with Jesus for he has stood with me