whisper the promise they were created from
empty thoughts given as a pallette of clouds
are just fleeting expressions of the eternal now
I sit at my alter and pray
in wonder of the blessings of Spirit each day
with which I wish to awaken my heart
and try my best to do my part
so I offer my soul to see creations face
to speak the secrets of this amazing grace
and how best to reflect the mirror of infinity
and be able to express that Heaven i see
I wish to be that palette of art
that Gods love is painted on
and interpret the visions that come
just before the rising Son
yet as the day unfolds
I often must hide the light of the soul
to fit in and be the norm
and pretend I'm less than I am
so this is my morning prayer
to hold the glory of God ever near
and shine that Holy spirit forth
even with the burdens of earth
I relay the promise I heard
and repeat the sound of Gods sacred Word
and remember why I came here
and choose to live with love not fear
