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I find, that I've been helped to carry on. To wear a happy attitude for days, is not a task that I'm keen to run from. God's showing me into his bright Sun's rays. To hold on hoping, somehow this will bring, a further light into our present world. This gifted place, that god has brought by sing-, ing out of space and time, as matters curled, into an sphere that's blue, and brown and green. It is a thought that's become very real, I see it as a parable that's been, a morsel for me, but not quite a meal. These thoughts I have inside my heart and head, On pages find my meaning written down, Like fairies straight from dreams I have in bed, These pages might cause someone less to frown. I'm cooking up some words, and rhymes to sing. I hope that they will soon find my guitar, But if they don't, I think that I might wing, It, and start memorizing in the car. For God's work is just like a plant that grows, Into a tree, come from the ...

I fear the fight that I might have to make, to bring about a change inside my head. But, dough is sticky, before it gets baked. And, after heat it may turn into bread. So, listen closely to the word that is, inside the books you read, although it's odd, that looking just at words could reach our ears, and through the process seem to come from God! So, is it true, that God can be in books? How did he get inside the printer's ink? Could thoughts from people's hearing( so it looks), be somehow God's!? Amazing, just to think, of God having a link with all his ones! And, how will I know which voice I can trust? So, can you see them cooking? All these buns, these thoughts are in the oven, under-cooked.

Beginning with the end that's given me, I try to use the strength I have from God. He shows me how, a better man I'll be, if trusting him, doesn't at all seem odd. I give him thanks for bread and too, for wine. The Lord has given all the things I need. His spirit's fruit that comes from love, divine. It makes me want his warnings here to heed. A blessing from my burden, he will make, inside me, so I'll be a blessing too. He'll teach me with his children, bread to break, Untill we can together drink wine, new! Together with the one who'll take our woes. The Earth and all within it will be glad! From bottom to the top, from heads to toes, and wipe the tears from all those who are sad. He said that he would come on clouds to bring, a dif'rent kind of change than those who rule, at present now, so, helpless ones can sing. A change will come for wise man, and for fool! Yeshua said, that his way is the one, to bring to us a light to stop o...

The fear I feel inside of the unknown, to try to have a hand in helping out. But, holding on with hands, how God has shown. Not giving up the fight that's all about. For, many needs, God's many hands will wake, and all these souls will take some time to think. To ponder what makes other hearts to ache, or who might like a quenching cup to drink.

A holiday, we celebrate today, the Northern Star, the Queen of Commonwealth. We drink and eat to give thanks, and too, pray, for what we have, in sickness and in health. 'Cos, being thankful is a common cure, to show the God above, and too, ourselves, and others 'round about, that God is near. And what God gives, it truly is a wealth. Although, it sometimes seems a bit unfair, that some of us have heaps, and others don't. I thank the Lord, for making me an heir, of something that the rust, and weather, won't, be able to destroy, or take away. May God's creating spirit, work with us, on Earth, so that God's Kingdom will come stay. Can we, Children of God, do as God does?

I don't know how to move on up and in, to see a change from sadness causing doubt. My eyes look up to god, and they begin, to take onboard, the plan that's out, about... When weariness is clothing all my fears, they open up and fall from these two hands. A drought is on inside, I have no tears. I want there to be sunlight where I stand. And yet, I look ahead, and seize, to live. And, frost comes from outside to freeze my cup. I hold on to a hope that wants to give, to find that it's the sort that's giving up. I hold out these two hands, and pray to god, the father of this race, and all below. I soon see that the winner here is odd, and things that I thought good, now cease to glow. What brings a change from thankfulness in me? From where has all this sorrow now begun? Help me to remember what things I see, So, thoughts don't only ever turn to fun. And, so, without a motion of a hand, without the sound of nice, but empty words, I go on out in br...

And, as His life in us is working in, like sunscreen in the summer months had been, a block to save this paper fragile skin, from books I'd read to make this heart less mean. The word that takes a season's growing just, to teach this lazy lizard to be still. To learn that working busy-ness to bust, what's beautiful won't take so long to kill. I buried all my marbles in the ground, and hoped that one day they might be a find, for future digging hands, till they were found, I turned and dug them out, I changed my mind. I've been that boy a long time since that day, and hidden many words, so they would grow, if, searching thoughts would only let them stay, the grass would soon have covered them below. And grubs would grin, when angry ants would talk, through teeth that were too busy making words, they couldn't notice where their futures walked, so soon would they be in amongst the birds. I wipe the beading sweat off from my brow, true feelings ...

The goodness that is such a gift to me, I hope to share with ev'ryone around. It changes with the faces that I see, so, thanks to god for every pleasant sound, for images of love, I pray and hope, these symbols of true kindness will soon coax, and draw us all together like a rope, then we can all become god's kindred folks.