Somewhere in the middle, a bit over the top of regular movement
I could imagine there is no form before there was
i can make time to find peace, the pieces of peace that make a whole truth
gladdened by the fact that i will go home one day, i tread a while further
searching to find a gust of wisdom
deep down aches calling me to my pain
high up heavens singing of Gods grace and in it, i see the shape,
i see , the place i am meant
we must die to the self that is self seeking sovereignty
to find the mind that is cleansed and content with servitude
no boarder or box to fill in
the simplicity of silence and the blessing of boisterous banter alike
all come to a head as the anguish of living is met by the will of the Most High. tangled
The Pale white horseman guiding my goodness into the planes of hope i make my mind mend
so i speak what is meant
Lord of my hope, show me mercy on days where i fail to wait
Lord of my peace show me your branches as i look to the glory set before me.
As i asend to the feet of your greatness
bring me into a mind of peace
Letting my layers lay , my innards heal
and the voice of my heart be quieted by your greatness
a prayer is in many ways a way
a moment of giving for the sake of thanks
