His Hands And Feet

His Hands and Feet

If I could be God’s hands and feet;
what would I attempt to do;
only his will would I try to meet;
his spirit, attempt to imbue.

I’m in a body; while God is spirit;
a spirit has neither hands nor feet;
it’s

The Cost

The Cost

It has been said that nothing is free;
that all things have a price attached.
I know it certainly seems so to me;
but how can goods and money interact?

How many sips of wine to pay for a coat;
or coats does it take for a car?

Surreal

Surreal

What is that state, we call despair;
an isle of complete desolation;
nothing surrounds, but water and air;
leading only to consolation.

Later, while sleeping, scenes changed;
a substitute life, takes the dream’s place;
all of reality is subtly rearranged;
and destiny gives it all a new face.

No Longer About Me

No Longer About Me

When I was young, it was all about me;
what would my life be like;
who was I destined in this life, to be;
after I outgrow my bike.

Slowly I grew, to become a man;
my life turned into obligation;
each day started as daybreak

No Man Is An Island

No Man Is An Island

No man is an island; and no man a god;
tho, many believe that they are;
attempting to replace a deity seems odd;
in fact, it’s totally bizarre.

Such a plan, was put forth by the serpent;
and he openly sought man’s complicity;

The Pain To Grow

The Pain To Grow

Growth is always accompanied by pain;
for it is the limit; self-imposed;
while reaching out to achieve some gain;
for it’s how the body grows.

Every cell that’s within, keeps beseaching;
expanding to some self-appointed role;
in the spirit, we’re constantly reaching;
to

Reasons

Reasons

It’s been said, Everything happens for a reason;
implying that all things are planned;
declaring that all things occur within season;
means that life is lived on demand.

Does destiny demand that everyone be born;
a blueprint, concealed in their heart;
and, is it destiny which has planted

Pray Without Ceasing

Pray Without Ceasing

The Master knew we’d all be in need,
requiring his wisdom and power;
giving instructions, expecting we’d heed;
in order for wisdom to flower.

“Pray without ceasing,” the Master said;
an encouragement, more than command;
from day of birth, until, day of death;
but, most

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