A World wrapped in Heaven’s Divine Arms truly embraces
The love shared by us all especially in tough times,
We are all a Family,
Let these Hurricanes run passed us all and monitor our deepest strength
To provide and fight until the Wind and trees render our Hope,
Open this door to our true Character and shake the Tree of Life
Taking a gander at our Faith,
Compressed in all This Pain,
Lure our devotions to be our stronghold,
And let this golden spool
Sew into a dynasty the love that is necessary to help the needy
Overcome every failed promise,
Holding onto the only truth we know,
To believe and reach into the depths of heaven by our Kindnesses and Strength,
Lord, Teach us to fly again and let our wings soar bringing Jewels to your Angels
Enlighten our way to Destiny’s Charity and allow us to climb your ladder of Faith,
Provide us the melody of Courage so that we may once again Dine with your finest wine,
And hand us this Powerful Trident you speak of in our dreams,
To let us fight through every storm with a divine hunger for greatness of our form,
Please take this tragedy from us, ending our suffering,
When there is no more air for our lungs, when there is no more water for our thirst,
We will still Praise you
Amen
The warmth of the sun gently touches the world wrapping it’s blanket of love
emanating as we live in happiness we chance the new birth as gifts that renew us,
longing for the day we all see the same way united flying together above the clouds
carrying us to heavens gates approving of every thought that floats higher than us
angels say that we may delay our destiny if we test the stars that brighten our pathway,
lovely measures take us to songs bearing the fruit that sweetens our day ripens our appetite
for early miracles to happen Enlisting every insatiable yearning for this power that invites
the spirit to fuel our fire in pursuit of an honest decree that lays out before me
proclaiming one hundred times over that the best news comes from above
a tiny almost inaudible message hidden in the wind pushing intuition to flourish and abreast all
doubts heaven speaks to me when I cannot listen
Blinded by fears that choke and depress me I sigh
at the very moment when I realize my heart is dressed in tightly
woven knits that embrace each good memory that cures me
and reveals its ways in the stars to match years of inspiration
that impart the true values that clearly define my journey
This summer lays in hands that guides us and leads us to enchant our destiny
in the braces of the fence that we stand at peering into our dream world
envisioning the fresh, clean air that we inhale as every anxiety is exhaled,
diseases that are cured upon a touch or a glance with the right mind,
buildings that embrace the clouds and stars that resemble ample time
to achieve a placid field day free , relieving all our doubts, and gaining
every inch of inspiration of wonders that marvel inside beseeching
the one that created us honoring the day and hour that he stares back
at us in the mirror of reality and shows the smallest seeds of glory,
removing our sins as if cloaked in white robes investing in decrees
that resemble a world of love and commitments that drive us
to empower individuals rather than take from, these things are devoured
by the sun and kept inside its rays that shine into our lives everyday
giving the slightest light to a darkness of the world that drains us
emotionally waiting for its grips on our hearts to comfort as a blanket
of forgiveness, recharging a soul is our duty
and never forget about this that lives in the sunrays
that gently caress our days
The sun is measured in parables that escape time
with each waking breath comforting the next
shouting inside for eternity that rides on the waves
of the colorful rays into a century that commemorates
its seasons with a new glimpse of honor as the sun sets.
Searching in a moments touch for the best way to dedicate
an eye that plays into the wealth of beauty and creates opportunity
to form a bond inasmuchas a heavenly pond of unity conforming
thus mounting itself with brilliance that sings into years and marvels
at the throne that leads us to our creator enriches the bashful to an entirely
new way of love searching through the bodily form for a soul that harnesses
the power to encourage a matchless court of kings and queens that listen
to one voice only as their chests beat with pounding desire to greet the faithful
convincing us to bow on call and meet with our sanctity.
The winds move freely
The whispers of angels are singing
Time moves us to thoughts of winning
In a world so full of posture
A glimmering decimal of hope lay stray
Upon the hand that may
Tug at you for this and that
How is it you have such
Presence with the months
That stare down into your soul
As you achieve all that you believe
With the touch of glitter
Of the fairies that are dancing
Around your very own fire
Let your desires shine into the light
And never forget that your sight
Is such from the highest almighty
I become one with the holy
And sin has departed
Closing the gates to a mansion
That delivered me in passion
To resist your contempt
And prospers my soul
Giving way to a quilt that is told
To master deliverance
And fold into a practice
That receives and conceives of
The proper hand from above
In Compassion
Magic Only From Above
Contemplation falls suit
As I commute words to a page
That say one thing
And approve of my ring
of faith
nestled in my heart
and showing an art
to a place that registers
and measures me
in ways that say
I’ve been benefitted
From above
And nothing I do
Is of me
But you can see
The magic
In committing
To the one
That blew the horns
And opened the doors
To sanctity
I imagine something that takes me
Down a road and this place
Exits to offer a bow of renewal
Tempting fate and making my way
To the moon of a fraction of what may
Touch this ribbon
Showing excellence and giving a new name
To passion, offering ones hand
To the Lord seems to play
A big part in healing the day
And mending sorts in the sand on the beach
Showing how my eyes can meet
With my truest desires
As I commit to winning the hand
Of my Lord.
A prayer about honor
Lord your presence offers a recluse
That entails and escapes dignity
Leaving to introduce
A perception that is truer
To thyne eye of reason
Than ever laid
Might I appease the son
With my difference?
and might I win my next challenge
Take me to new measures
And pleasure my honor
With your will
