Push the limits of your excellence,
by pushing your kindnesses onto others,
lift the veil to your best courtesy,
by lifting your hands to Christ in praise
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.
I praise thee
such wonder, such care, my thoughts deplete me of despair
you take me to your bosom and relax my state to meditate on thee
approaching the date of grand escapes into a realm of divinity
lays the rock of faith that lay the land of plenty and abundance
whisper in the breeze the harmony that takes me
to places in the sea and your beauty surpasses the mountains and lakes
tell me that this passion plays an important role in my future
hold me and kiss me with bliss so that I may see
how perfect thou art risen in the sky
your son reflects such monumental feelings
how true, how marvelous, my heart is to collect thy treasures of
youth and my pleasures resourcefully praise you
Lord, Your sunrise lays an allegiance in the skies
One saying that as I stand to be wise
You also buy my heart and I decide
To not hide but embark on what is foretold
As I implode with your eyes on me
I lay as colors retracted by the son
These colors enrich me and I have won
My desires back to give credit where credit is due
And in this I will bloom
With all of the ways of a rainbow
For all my days as I love you
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
The Gift of Jesus
The warm sigh of mother Mary
Carrying her newborn
This splendid day of delivery
enchants us all
Christmas is not only a day
Of giving
It hosts undying love for our father
Who adores us all
Rejoicing in hallelujahs
Is what meets the brilliant morn
It seems beauty not only rests in
The white snow, but the bows and presents
That offer sentiment behind
commemorating our majesty
with love for all
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.
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