In such as the Bable of languages,
some try to build a tower to become gods.
All of their words have lost meaning,
where their hearts have become heinous and sad.
Now a World of degradation and hunger,
where inhuman indifference pass for compassion.
But Jesus had something more than just words,
His life and Truth infinitely more valuable.
Did you like the snow when you were here or
when the harvest moon filled the atmosphere?
What about the summer sea
when you walked in Galilee?
I can see you everywhere I go
in the moon light and the snow
I see you by the summer sea
walking on the water you rescued me.
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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
…at street level, the life of faith is always a matter of Trust. I am always reminded of this when I look around in a world I barely recognize. I desire Truth in my soul just like I need air to breathe.
…what is the power of this longing that this world cannot satisfly? It is the longing God placed in us for “paradise complete” and the “not yet”.
…at street level, the life of faith is always a matter of Trust.
“For we live by faith, not by sight.”
2 Corinthians 5:7
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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…
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A weather-driven working man
With sun-dried skin and calloused hands
His voice always gentle, his words always kind
He loved me like the pearl of great price
He said a granddaughter is the glory of this life
A sunbeam shining on my day
Summer was a Play time
Oh heal your wild wing and fly…
Trust is the healing balm
healing time has come
deep indigo Summer dreams come alive…
A moonbeam to dance upon
Summer is a silver silhouette
Oh head your wild wing and fly…
There is no one else to follow Lord,
All the kings of this earth are fallen,
Not one is free from deceit and greed!
The steeple bells do not ring of Your good news Lord,
Many shepherds have disregarded you as Truth,
Oh but there is a River of Strength that makes gladness
I will follow the gladness of your River for she is strong
she is unshaken by destruction and her water strengthens like honey
there is no other path to follow but she flows to your Throne
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
