her grey eyes so clear and intelligent
the unforeseeable future shadows our steps
her heart bleeds because others cannot see
the vast dark storm that will soon split the world in two
her ears hear the masses humming along
so immersed in their own lives that they are blinded
because she is old they do not listen
in the name of God receive the Salvation of Jesus
while you still can!
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I didn’t hit a single word today
My mark was off by a long way
I tried to reach you in my own way
But I’m three out of three today
Photo by lilartsy
The Terror of The thirties, so say the Russians of old.
The Law of the first of December and no one could escape the woes.
Hundreds of thousands upon thousands dead in the snow.
The Linengrad devil tried to steal their souls.
Randomly killed for a quota and no outcry could be heard.
Stalin killed his own family just to feed his evil rage.
Rivers of blood shed we never seen to learn.
The terrors of the thirties let us turn the page.
The Sun has tilted and pulled all the light away
Her world is a hue of lavender blue
The dreams shifted inside her that day
and she stayed there all afternoon…
I am breathing underwater and not wondering how
I am praying to be rescued but not sure if the time is now
Gravity feels heavier than it use to but in the water I am weightless
I can no longer hear the angry world and could not care less
You are so close I can hear but not touch you
You are The Holy One well acquainted with Truth
Photo by Garon Piceli
It's gonna rain Glory, winds of this world are gonna blow away the chaff! He's a comin' to Reign, yes Jesus is gonna Reign! He is the Sun that warms the earth! He has put an end to sin and death! Oh yea, it's gonna rain Glory, Jesus is gonna' Reign !
It is an early morning rain
blue crystals falling from the sky
Oh all the words won’t come my way
the search for them makes me high
I saw you sleeping in the candle light
coming round to that place where we bleed
Oh all your thoughts won’t come my way
each idea planted like a row of seeds
It is an early morning rain
a symphony falling from the sky
Oh all the dance steps are ours
or at least to give a try.
These children in my heart take my breath away.
So warm and wild in joyful play.
So strong yet gentle, with cheeks the color of the rose.
They only hear the pretty notes.
These days together are short and tender
I just smile up to heaven and surrender,
Then breathlessly, I hear all the pretty notes…
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She is standing in a room full of mirrors.
She is all the people she was taught to be.
A good little girl who prays and is kind.
A pretty girl as much as she can be.
A smart girl but not too smart for men.
She is all the people she was taught to be.
Yet somehow, she is none of these.
Mirrors are liars.
Mirrors crack and shatter.
She is a woman of humility and wisdom.
She is a reflection of her Maker.
She does not need mirrors anymore.
Photo by Rodolfo Clix
