I life my hands
and give you You praise.
I raise my voice
and sing Your name.

You are everything to me
and I'm everything to you.
You are everything I need.
I just want to worship You.

I lay myself
at your feet.
I cry my eyes,
you are all I need.

I hear Your voice
and I am brand new,
and even still
I just want to worship You.

On one summer day,
she relaxed by the waves.
In this peace she'd stay
for the sun she craves.

The salty, misty air
dwindled drops from the sea.
It gave a spume to her hair,
but on her skin it would flee.

She meditated on the surges
with her pale feet in the sand.
Each wave comes and emerges
onto the dense and dry land.

The wind just a blowing,
and the sky was ever so blue.
The waves were just a going,
and this is what she would do.

Tender fingers caress,
Ethereal wings sprout on;
Psychedelic flight!

My Prayers, for You is this that when your world is turn upside down.
That instead of losing it and all, You shall just simply overcome it.
My Prayers, for You is this, that you shall live a Long and Fruitful Life.
One with many Heirs , and with much Love and respect for you here.
My Prayers, for You is that every thing that You touch in this here Life.
That it Bless by Tenfold and it is better than you had ever expected it.
My Prayers, for You is that You shall always be Loved by everyone.
That not only will You be Loved, but They shall be Grateful for You.
My Prayers, for You that throughout Your Life here You shall have Joy.
Not just Joy but Great abundance of Joy in Your Heart here everyday.

Sky looks deserted,
The army of clouds retreated;
Calamitous moves!

She's my walking rose
Walking down the road
Discussing right and wrong
Trying to figure out how to stay strong

She wants to grow,
She wants to know
How it's supposed to go,
She turns her color on
Turns a shade of pink yellow white black or red
Only the rose knows,
walking as she goes,
her time is brief
she thinks maybe that's a relief

Her road is long
When she's in the middle of it,
She knows though
It's all a dream as it passes on by.

My rose
She wilts in the dawn
Rises in the night,
I tell her I have one more road to go
My walking rose
She whispers, "I know."