Open doors
one day ill die and lay dowm amoungst the clouds of the sands
the birds of the dirt
wiggle around in a light pink casket full of hope and expectancy
solid passion
packed tight for the next life with my God and my King and my Comforter
They think we just sit around and mope
full of unanswered prayers
but don\'t they know that life ripples of peace and vastness of every expectancy and desire
and prayer
answered
WE live with the Gods of the sky
within
His voice
The fire
growing older
more inlove
more full