The more we view ourselves through lenses the more we see others as skewed and bent

A heart made of stone will crack and crumble when it tries to beat so let the drummer keep drumming and bring the sinners off the streets 

He loves us even when we think one bump will implode us to dust because He sees dust as stars with the potential to be infinite

And He loves us even when our blind eyes judge another for not seeing a problem within a New York minute

We all have winters but warmth makes them a little better so pour thy neighbor a mug of hot chocolate

And call thy a friend

And those stones near our lungs will begin to soften and beat to the sound of a wall falling down 

And the skies will rejoice in one small unity

The bells will ring and the wings will create a wind strong enough to knock down walls even taller 

Even sturdier even thicker

And we will take His love and love others with the fire of the sun

And this winter will burn bright

And the snow will cheer with its soft millions of claps

And the earth will be as one