The sound of the wind is empty,
When you are gone,
And I cannot hear the joy,
I know exist in the sparrows song,

The sky of blue is hidden,
It's beauty I cannot see,
The earth is dark and barren,
The trees they bare no leaves,

The stars that should shine at night,
They have lost their flame,
The moon has disappeared ,
And the sun has done the same,

The words in the book I read,
They have no ryme or reason,
All in the world is odd and strange,
It is to me an unknown season,

I can feel the wind so haunting,
It is freezing upon my skin,
And the sun it cannot warm me,
Till my love returns again.

RLB

I thought I knew God
But all I know is religion

Concluding God only lived in a book
From my man made traditions

I've been wishing, no crying, God I need to find
"Keep Searching, He said, I've told you time and time"

My fear to change for People, Someone tell me is it twisted up?
Or am I not a good "Christian" because I keep messing up?

Ignoring my God given talents
For a robotic routine
Is that what living for God really means?

We're so quick to take credit where our credit isn't due
We take these scriptures out of context and tell these people this is really true

Man I'm so scared for you
Because I'm so scared for me

For so long, this is what I believed
Over consumption of my "Sins,"
Depressed wondering if they'd ever end?

But If God forgives why can't we
God created every bone in my body
So why is it so hard to accept me for me?

If defending your faith means degrading another human being
You're wrong and I won't do it

I choose God over religion
And that's what I've concluded
#MyFreedomWithGod - Lady Ju

It's during the most obscure moments that I appreciate my dad
In the moments when I look at his overworked hands tenderly touch my mother
And his tired eyes look at me from the rear view mirror
In those moments I remember the way he laid his hand on me when I crept into my parent's bedroom during nights full of pain
Or the way he put his arm around me when I made him proud
The way his eyes would light up when he would find me half awake on the couch waiting for him to get home
His eyes following me as I ran around the soccer field and walked across the stage
It's during those moments that I am full of gratitude for having a father who never gave up on me
But most importantly never gave up on himself
Because without a father full of hope
I'm not sure I would be here today