Sitting,
Morning rush hour,
Crammed,
Watching the world pass by

Gods painting brush
Kicks into action and paints
A burning orange sky

Birds begin to speak in rhymes,
Earth,
His creations,
Everything,
Synchronised in time

Another day, set,
Prepared for us to take action,
We are part of the whole equation
Not just a small fraction

Some, people,
Each day a survival,
God wants us to help his patients,
Wants us to bring about their revival

Spiritual, but missing the spirit,
Reading Gods scripture
But not really hearing it

Not going to be brought
Back home if we don’t know where his foundations lye,
Not going to have eternal life and reside with him in heaven
If we can’t understand the reason he died

We are god’s children

We are his
He is us
We are love

Materialistic items
And man made foundations
All illusionary distractions,
Stopping us from putting his plan into action,
We all need to be a plus
And not a subtraction.

A path of sinful stepping stones,
With heaven this time underneath,
God calling for you to come down
To him…”Son just come down…Lose your feet!

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