In faith I wait for a better future. A future of love, a future brought from a beautiful dove that won’t ever fly away again. A future where pain will never leave a permanent stain in my human brain…
Without faith, the present becomes the worse of the days. A present of hate, of contention from an ugly sword, which thank God will be temporary. A present where pleasure is unseen but the temporary impact in the spirit will be without blemish.
Thank God.
Oh brethren… your jealousy, fear, your words are so insincere my dear. It doesn’t take an engineer to break down your systems this year.
The most high shows me who you are. You ain’t a superstar but a ball of fragile air, so insignificant, defenseless against the winds from the west or the east.
North and south, we all need both. Listen to me this morning once and for all. Why would you want to be so arrogant, so small?
We need each other after all.