You continue,
crushing your breath...
He is waiting for us
to realize we need Him...
Let's take a journey back in time,
To where sin first began...
He was never seen as a precocious child
Until his father looked down and smiled...
Its like a disease
that can not be cure...
I have faith in my heavenly father
He blesses me with wisdom...
For the welfare of all
Or all of those in need...
Verses were meant to be free
Yet dreams may be structured...
Empty Vines
By Mark Spencer...
Oh Lord,
I have no taste for life anymore...
Father built a wooden stable
under our frozen pine trees...
I weep, grasping onto a intangible moment
where I could define the core of happiness...