softly


live and be happy

stress not and worry

only for good

never for worse

picture the life

mirror the life

you want to live

whether its right

or wrong

deep in the cage


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my heart thumped, I felt weak,
and fell to my knees, awe struck,
that I could preach autonomy,
how fragile I am, without God.

I fear to speak, to say my feelings,
for what they’ll do to spite me,
I cannot help what I am, a frail man,
seeking refuge, in my Lord.

on days like this, I understand,
what brings us men, nearer to Him,
that love between a boy and his mother,
that compassion towards another.

what is that barrier, keeping men,
from returning to their lawful creator,
but a case of anger, a cold arrogance,
a sickness without medicine.