The say, a peculiar adjustment to the song that I always sing. Charm spectrum’s muse interrupted in the questions that you must bring. A day in between the measures waiting for syncopation of every beat. Once I believed in midnight, until I landed squarely at your feet. Now I just wait and wander with a dry mouth filled with why? Dance in the dust of skeptics a lullaby to the sky.

What is the rarity precious that causes the tears to fall? Done in the dew of morning a cheek and lip waterfall. Tiny little eyes so taming cancelled my extended youth. Born of the word of justice and the clearly expectant truth. Pregnant as the eighth month ponders each cramp a demanding sign. Gone are the lovers quarrels and the willingness to run or resign.

This is the ground for standing as if the journey be decided here. Standing with shield and buckler disaffected or mediated by the fear. Loss is the only measure of the Love we have let pass us bye. Gone for the ego’s pleasure never stopping to inquire why? This is the storm of glory and the shaking of the heavenly realm. Lost in the plunging surface is the sleeping God at the helm.

Starlit whispers ever-present as we beckon coming sleep. Into the depths and fathoms the sirens shall never creep. Wife to the King of Heaven she stands testimony of relentless hope. The captain searches the tomes of direction but finds it beyond his scope. The wings of dominion extended for the Glory of God Appearing. All those who love that moment lay asleep dreaming of cheering.

While rest is the passions potent to work the residing calm. The Magi came across the desert to sing that beloved psalm. To a baby we are given service to the king come to Earthly heart. He knew that we stood not knowing that He would save us from the start. All to the end’s beginning dynamic sparks and fine displays. As if glory bids us find our capture in the midst of mighty maze.

But seeing is believing and believing is better yet. The gift that keeps on giving reciprocal of perpetual bet. Long to know forever for now it is hidden by time. Like the love that I have for God enshrouded within this rhyme. Dance as if it’s the gift you’d give him and sing at the top of your voice. Thankful now and forever for the opportunity to make that choice.