Thousands of Trees - Chapter 1 - the Ability To Fly
Hold your breath
Not a touch of death
Go above the atmosphere…
Embrace the rainclouds that sponge in fear
Tell them that there’s a hopeful Utopia that lies ahead
Wipe away their tears of dread
Put all of your doubts to bed
Walk into the orchards of thousands of trees
Scan the rocky paths gingerly…
We’re grazing about like buzzing bees
Unveil the beautiful scene to everyone cheerfully
We can pass as psychopaths….sorry that I said that weirdly
Outlandish owls flutter about
In the current of the aqua-blue sky…we’re soaring so high, making me almost wanna cry! Never wave goodbye to surreal moments like these!
They’re all going the same route
I can’t help, but ask myself why…why we don’t have the ability to fly like bountiful, pleased bees! God will hear our pleas and guide us with gentle breeze!
Reach to the baby blue sky in childlike innocence
Don’t be fenced in by sad reminiscence…
It will soon turn to the process of evanescence
Someday, we all must turn to repentance…
I’m sorry – I’m trying to help you in this circumstance
He’ll help us out in advance and enhance our joyous appeal – we’re dancing merrily in harmony…in unity, we twinkle with elegance like stars, brightening with brilliance!
Drifting, white clouds pass us by,
Blending and floating in the sundrenched sky
Leave the past behind us – there’s a bright future
With many bright opportunities…that will nurture
Broken-hearted souls like ours…
God has incredible, genius powers
Rely on Him and He’ll take us beyond the distance and fulfill our heart’s desires
He’ll put out the hindrance…the quarrels that spread like wildfires
Know that God is far greater than men
He bestows us with miracles and gives us hope in mind again and again
So, when in doubt, look up to Him
And our hearts will flourish with far-fetched faith and He suits our fancy; our hearts are pumping with plenty of passionate pleasure – our lights will not dim!
Instead, He'll fill our cups to the rim
If I were you, I would thank Him!
Thank you, Lord, for giving me the ability to fly!
I'm crawling out of my shell; I'm bold as a lion, not shy like a sheep, grazing for who knows how long - I get on my knees and sigh...
Fine. I'll repent of my sins that I've committed in the past - it's the truth I cannot cover or deny!
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2014
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