Here goes a toast, a raised glass to the Heavens,
looking down upon us.

Wonder what you see

I could help, send back the picture,
a perfect sketch of this crazy world.
Send it back to you;  for you see it much clearer.

Our world is in a bit of mess,
havoc has made a home in the hearts of man.

Man's hearts have made homes in the idols they build, hoping to be an escape.
I'm guessing that's the plan, but it's a pointless thought I must confess.

Depression seems to be on a all time high,
yet cheap enough for everyone to buy.
But wait that's such a lie,
everything bad in this world is actually for free.
The good you work for, and working hard you'd have to do.

But I guess you knew

Here's something more appealing,
cut your right off that does the ***** dealing
And you'd have left the hand of stealing.

Here's something more relatable,
we're not really living in the time of he or she being marriage able,
Rather of;  "Hey I wonder if their sexually capable"

Still with me I hope,
cause if I don't have you to look at in these troubling times,
I'll fail to cope, laughing in my short breathes but it's nothing of a joke

Here's something more questionable,
trends of the new are just reruns of the old.
But someone kept bugging me that I stick way too much to the old, and that I'm not so relatable.

Must of been the way he read into my pen,
how it's words had something a little too unsettling to his natural discomfort.
Maybe because I gave him one word of friendly advice, and he only heard harsh criticism of probably ten.

Sorry brother, I won't stop you from doing the obvious wrong again.

Here's something I tend to notice,
took for me a while to get it. My advice, look at it with a little more focus.

Someone once told me I was useless,
how it echoed sadness in my heart.  Still it really wasn't what she said.
Rather it was saddening how easily I accepted it like that was my purpose,

Like I was only worthless.

Have I struck a nerve,
I know I may be complaining a lot, but I'm just seeing a lot we don't deserve.

We don't deserve the pure LOVE you open handly give,
Feels worse when I'm in my guilt and shame, as my pride makes it closed on my hand to receive.

I honestly don't deserve much of all the things you give me. Yet you won't stop.
And the sun of my heart sets sometimes into the  dark,
You're still the endless light watching me from up top.

Please never stop!

Cause in a crazy world, your sanity feels out of place amongst the insanity,
like being the black sheep of your entire family.

Still it's the little sanity keeping my eyes up to the Heavens.
The world is in a moment of chaos, but only as a moment.
So if the miracle you have for us appears in or after the chaos we'll  be the ones to show it.

Here's a glass raised, a toast to the Heavens,
looking down on us.

I do wonder what you see.

This really isn't a public speech, but really just a personal prayer to you Lord from me.


Cheers!