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Aug 2013
My words come fast so I stutter
Not out of hesitation, but pure elation.
The joy in my heart wishes to latch on to the masses
To replenish the spirit in those locked in the caskets.
To give birth to the Phoenix out of the ashes.
Life is a lesson, but there are no classes;
Only the beginning and the end.
Though, once we evolve we can begin again
Free of sin……, yes free of time….., true peace of mind.
Listen closely these words have more meaning than rhyme.
We started with nothing and God gave us hope
So we began to dream and continued to hope to please him
Built faith from our hope, because we know we need him.
Somewhere down the line in the process of time
Our hope and faith combined and embedded love into our minds.
Mathematically speaking this equation deepens
When broken down into the language God speaks in.
From Nothing (0) Hope (1) arisen, and we Hoped (1)
Until Faith (2) was given from Hope (1) and Faith (2)
We received Love (3) I've seen the equation above it was meant to be,
Because it was God given, God written, the spiral in a rose
Composes the same sentence, like 0,1,1,2,3
Don’t take these numbers loosely
They are a ratio of the first kind,
Do research with Fibonacci in mind.
Keep God, Hope, Faith, and Love in mind.
These build our foundation no possible way to replace them.
Even time stops but God does not,
So with utter destruction he can still construct them.
Sometimes I stutter,
Because my words are like spontaneous combustion
From nothing to something with no known reduction
By themselves you won’t trust them
But once they’re together there’s no question.
This is not a message from God,
It’s more like directions,
Love each other and put faith in him
I hope my words don’t flutter
Like my lights gone dim,
My life is somewhat Grimm
Though through love I rejoice
Happiness is a choice that only you can choose
Some situations can appear to be a lose lose,
But since the choice is yours you can choose to win too.
We may be tied down in sin, tied down by time,
Though with the ties found were love lies,
We can break the binds that bind us to time.
Love is in us no need to look, it can’t be explained so it’s not in a book.
However, if you consistently look for love
You’ll wonder where the time went
Time is only spent not earned
So why not concern your time
With the one who gives it in mind?
Sixty seconds in the past minute,
Sixty minutes in the past hour.
If you look at time as a tower
How many of your floors would be built upon dishonor?
Jay Bryant
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