-Lord of my Intent- Wanting only to be healed by your grace, your elegance, your Lord of my intent, as fashion permits, well don the wings of an angel, and smile ever so softly as we wake into the mind of perfection. Your spirit dances before me, such sweet praises shall flow from the mouth to the soul, as soft light enhances the aura. Getting to know the Christian within, without the flesh, we soar as eager fowls in first flight. Alas with the flesh we fall short in the steps of Christ, yet through the eyes of the Father we are as stone, perfect in every dimension, for his love is the tool that chisels the soul with extreme passion. Animated by the breathe of life, laced with an innocence that disarms even the harshest of shadows. We exist as a student is to his teacher. The depth of our emotion, the threads of sanity, and our place among the common folk unveils a silken tapestry of wisdom enough to quench the thirst of the needy, and armed with enough faith to magnify the love between the self and the Holy Spirit as we gaze into the infinite horizon of love.
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 14:53:55 +0000