Guitars blithely bless your ears and calm your fears Get higher, remembering only a smear of that July, August, and September. Shoes off, jump in with both feet A drift of starlit dreams awaits, no divide Stride in the ocean tide Sunset on your shoulders, you captivate Anticipate, and are priceless in time The reason for this rhyme. Greatest fan of your life I’m singin’ for you Silently, I sing for you.
It’s five until twelve, opening are the gates of hell. Only a squeak, but smoke spews forth! Demons run free, gibbering with glee. Free to roam and cause pain, Mischief and disdain. God’s not sleeping! His army is preparing, Stretching their limbs, eyes watchful and meandering. Are you ready to stand in these times? Times of evil? Holding your head up high, waiting for the one on high? Light and dark collide everyday. Are you understanding? Are you sleeping? Do you believe in more, Or are your eyes heavy-lidded, Ready…read more
Press on for a time, He says. Move forward in Grace despite distress. Roll toward the promised time without urgency. But without complacency or regress. Now proved a point. Now moves you on. Now you choose.