Thanks for your connection
To me; it follows through
In the right direction—
An elaborate confection
Of sweets that are actually good for you.
I am moved, yet still moving,
Always moving, as long as I’m believing
And always grieving
For this world that has lost you. Praying now
That you will use me
To reach those who are screaming
With closed mouths and open spirits,
Letting poison flood them,
While professing to be merely swimming
Innocently,
For Satan’s the king of trickery.
I pray to all, but mostly those
Who will never hear my plea;
That you may give them heaviness
And let them into grace and worry
About their souls
Even if they never know
Such heaviness could come
From a minute one as me
For in actuality,
It has come from you.
All has come from you.