another joyous and peaceful Christmas past
each one better than the last,
i guess I lost sight of it all
sharpened my axe just to grind it on ignorance
when I should have just kept the faith
I rode down on your thoughts
I put pessimism in your way
I added salt from your tears to your wounds
i poked out your eyes while trying to make you see
and what did I get in return?
Peace and family reuniting
quarrels tucked away
things I never believed came to pass on this miraculous day
and it wasnt the day, it was the faith in something better
that I, we had the audacity to doubt
and that I understand now that every saints a sinner
and that the generosity is un desereved
and yet it was here, in all its glory
the impossible happened
miracle on Lyons street
by the lamb
on a tree
in a garden of hope
for the hopeless
We got our miracle
blessed is he he that seeks to find
and that door that is knocked is never unopened
for great is the power and the glory bestowed upon him humbly who knocks with a heart of love and the needs of those on his shoulders
he alone, will not bare.
thankyou amen.
Knock
and ye shall enter. It's like that here Thanksgiving. Good writing - to mood is all that - slc