Take that breath, just fill your lungs with all that they can hold. Then shine like the sun as you’ve so often done, it’s the reason He made you so wonderful. You’re the only one like you. Made to do something that no one else can do. To show forth His Light gets your sword into this fight and stand against the greatest that anyone can offer. To scoffer and Saint state your complaint and sing until the clouds back off and let the sky look down upon your love. Move Hearts, build dreams, drive fear from the backs of those so unhappily strained by burden and pain, then revive them again with the joy that emits from your certainty in tomorrow.

They will love you as we have always done the fight is already been won. Overcome with that smile that opens the locks of despair and calamity. Offer that kind hand that you’ve gone to old and small, to help them up from fall and carry them to reason and beyond the shifting sands. Build fire where there was cold, hearts frozen in the winds of defeat and the shame of humanity. Be that bright morning hue that illuminates the dew that’s been up at the crack of dawn awaiting me and you. Dance and sing til the wind gives you answer, find hope in the stars that makes even them increase their faith, shining down upon all beneath.

Don’t deny the power that has been living in your heart so strong it may unmake the universe, yet it looks to create making judgment of fate and releasing the captive to freedom’s call. This time is not over, just bracing for the onslaught of rejoicing as the songs that you’ve sung and the work that you’ve done awakens the hearts of those sitting upon the fence on the hill remarkably still undecided as the clock bids them finish. The tide has come in and the sun begins to descend to that place where we will only see its face reflected by the man in the moon who comes out way too soon. Morrow’s flight into the dark night a signal as flare to the expectant.

Reach for that point beyond your impossible, the dream of God’s wishes and purpose. So much to be done though all has been won there’s territories taken and people well shaken to release from the bondage that threatens. Take heart lad or lass as the years quickly pass that this life is so short we barely wake up to His plan as it whispers we’ve run out of time for the pleasure. So stand where you are on flame of spirit’s touch reaching for notes beyond the chords that produced them to sing Songs Anew of things we’ve yet to review in the world that’s to come over yonder. Be that thing that may only be understand in its viewing, for you are something that each eye would find fortune in beholding.