Art of the Heart

Some write to write, others to please their own romance and love I write to enchant thy heart, and thy imagination, thy vision To tell yee the truth I write to please my desire, to fulfill a personal mission For I am to touch the souls of men into the right path with God our lord from above When yee find thyself in the open pause thy heart and look at your surroundings Pay audience to nature herself, for she comes alive but by His breath of life that creates Open thy ear, feel the peace that flows in the open air, hear yee not the wind it sings! Whom but all poets shall come to open eyes, for their gift is to see and write to appreciate Walk in thy own path, make thy own life come to life Thank Him everyday for thy joy, for thy own peace For sooner than the sun sets for eternity will His return be, and all time will cease Drink thy wine, live life with joy, and be true to thy wife For it is promised that yee shall receive no more than thee can bare As He knows of thy hearts smallest desires, and will provide, if thee seeks Him first Jump with tears of gratitude, for He promised a Bright tomorrow Will no one believe, as in the times of Noah? Believeth so for all must end, all sorrow With each passing sun He nears Yet the world stands idly by, no one even fears The heart of the earth finds itself celebrating and ill in fake cheers Little do they know, that He will arrive in times of sleep and with an army of spears Hear the message for it is not I that write to thy aid, but our Lord himself for he loves us all as all men were created equal, and some to speak to hearts Feel the burden that dwells on my heart, and read on before thy soul departs Rejoice in my art, as I bring about the art that comes from the heart