Run Away

I found myself wondering about the day I meet my maker, will the tattooed scars of this world still be stained to my skin? would he give me an explanation for the nights I talked to him with no response when anger was coming thick and patience was running thin? into your house where men and women's palms unite , head down down on bending knees ,seeking answers to questions that every individual is asked by life. it could be read by any eye but not just any mind will be able to interpret the scriptures. a better translation may be determined by our souls if its said "words" can also give life to a picture. leisure fields where mankind can graze was always a thought whenever I prayed. no vacation in this world could compare in beauty and belief when it comes down to the paradise behind heavens gates. a home where I can hang my hat and coat at the door alongside my burdens and stress..... wipe my feet at the door then I take off my shoes before I take my next step. beauty that's eternal ,lost in just a moments thoughts. whether your theory or your belief , its still a place I could runaway to and never get caught.