my dear lord.

i think its a wonderful thing when the realest thing becomes a dream foreseen and seen into the light the brightest of white, picture perfect was it worth it? let me work it. Yeah, its about that time again where the motions seem to bend and extend a careless whisper into my ear and tell me that my everything is gonna be ok my dear. I think it was his voice, the voice of choice, and to my sudden surprise he lifts me up to twirl me around never planning on hitting the ground.

in the hardest of hardships i dip out of the scenery and try to forget all that he's done for me but not for long because thats the worst way to miss a blessed day and so for that i say i couldn't have it any other way. I hate that i only boast of your goodness when a moment of peace creeps along, but this wont last for long, just long long enough for me realize my mistake of thinking your fake.

i keep you in my pocket like keepsake, and ill never forsake you, only bless you, and for those who lack on belief i wanna be the vessel that you speak through, if only one lonely soul should happen to glance upon this entry then for him i am link to your holy throne. never am i alone.