When you leave, I'll be more than just sad,
Because you're someone that I've never had.

For Him I'll be a messenger,
Ready to spread the word.
I'll be His speaker, His voicer,
To save the ones lost and not founded.

I'll be a missionary,
Bringing his messages to even the moon.
I'll travel across the whole galaxy,
So others know that we aren't alone.

For Him I'm ready to be persecuted,
Judged along the way.
To be pushed off, ignored or executed,
Just brings me closer to Him everyday.

For God I'm ready to,
Drop my old life for the new,
To renew my spirit and to conclude,
Overflow into other lives too.

For God I'm ready,  
To be the salt of the world.  
To take burderns, so heavy,
In order to safe the lost and In peril.

For God I'll humble myself,
Let Him take the strings of my life.
Use me with all His power , compel,
To relieve the ones down and deprived.

There are 10 kinds of people in this world,
and binary accounts for them all.

They're happy and sad.
They're ones and zeros.
Villains and heroes.
Villains, yet not all bad.
Despite everything life decides to hurl;
Despite every brick ball of fear
Through the stained glass windows of their minds,
Through it all, they survive.
They're angry and glad.
They're happy and sad.

And in their duality, they're still smiling there
at your sharp hasty words
at your venomous hurt
that you wish so desperately they, too, shared.

Thick, dense,
pine tree
forests, ash
grove trees
line the creek

where tree leaves
mask the summer
sky,
dance in their
canopy

the dirt is red
and green
and mud and
soft beneath our
shoes

I never meant to
push you, love,
or live trapped in there
with you.