Bird’s Harp

I love how you have dove's eyes for me reminding me that You are mine

Soft Ink

You have a Christian name But is heaven aware of your name? What say ye?

The Presence returns! Life returns, the Glory returns!

The sins were crying for justice The devil was accusing his wisdom The mind of the judge was already made up

Eyes scramble back and forth like little feet Hands go up with empty hearts: the routine We fall to the motions and live in the unknown