Loved with everlasting love,
Led  by grace that love to know,
Spirit breathing from above,
Thou hast taught me it is so,
Oh , this full and perfect peace !
Oh, this transport all divine !
In a love which cannot cease,
I am His , and He is mine.

In a love which cannot cease ,
I am His, and He is mine.

Heaven above is softer blue,
Earth around is sweeter green!
Something lives in every hue,
Christless eyes have never seen;
Birds with gladder songs o'erflow,
Flowers with deeper beauties shine,
Since I know , as now I know,
I am His , and He is mine.

Since I know , as now I know,
I am His, and He is mine.

Things that  once were wild alarms
Cannot now disturb my rest;
Closed in everlasting arms,
Pillowed on the loving breast,
Oh, to  lie for ever here;
Doubt and care and self resign,
While He whispers in my ear--
I am His , and He is mine!

While  He whispers in my ear --
I am His and He is mine!

His for ever, only His;
Who the Lord and me shall part?
Ah! with what a rest of bliss
Christ can fill the loving heart!
Heaven and earth may fade and flee,
First born light in gloom decline  !
But , while God and I shall be,
I am His and He is mine.

But while God and I shall be,
I am His, and He is mine?

it must be in my composition
composing lines of opposition
opposing the forces of inhibition
inhibiting me, and my mission

maybe the reason for my creation
creating lines of aspiration
aspiring to give my own translation
translating thoughts into formulation

=========thesis of completion============

i was made from the pavement of places
where faces are vacant of any translation
i interlace traces of those wasted cases
as a way of portraying their lost salvation

i speak from the streets of broken pieces
where the weak sleep in the heat of depletion
i seek to find some peace in my thesis
where these creatures reek of completion

Red
Written in white
Sweet flavor soothing
Enter in
To a poem
A conversation
That doesn't have to stay on topic
Reasons are not always
   needed to knowing
what is truth
Tell of good news
This is the power of Jesus Christ
Resurrected from cross to make me just
if I'd be bold to testify He purchased my sin.
Thanking God for making that win
for me it never could have been
listen be glad
Holy Spirit come
Jesus you are freedom
Once weak and wounded
Red
Come to Jesus once again
He loves to share in His great poem
Written in white
Before Gods great throne
Pure in all His light
filled with True Water that giveth life
it's conversation He wants in our soul
Jesus will make you whole

Tengo mucho amor
porque
El Señor
me da amor
para amarte!

Secrets are like hidden treasure waiting to be discovered
Like dead dreams being tucked away
Like the forbidden fruit waiting to be plucked
Like ugliness masked with beauty
Like deception shrouded in sincerity.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum

It's a shame when your feet look better than your face.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum