In my life troubled voyage liters broken and unfulfilled dreams I was tossed about and sinking; when all the straws were broken I raised my head to behold on life other sides, a light flickering It beckoned me, ‘oh voyager come!’
For I knew that voice which called He is the one that died for me; the savior of those that trust in Him, the Lord omnipotent: The one who bears my burden
“Why you’re troubled, voyager?” Says He who is the light “I stand by you when it is light I stand by you when it is dark I stand by the broken hearted To comfort and to restore For I am strong when you are weak.”
To other voyagers, I’m calling When your dreams are littered, about, broken and unfulfilled You are tossed about and sinking No straw whatsoever to behold Look yonder to the other side of life The one that says to me, ‘come’ the one that bears my burden, beckons.
For I knew that voice which calls He is the one that died for me. The savior of those that trust in Him; The Lord omnipotent: The one who bears my burden.
On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.