This is my space.
to s p a c e myself out when igettoocramped and re-organize my thoughts, ideals-desires,emotions.
I spread them all out on the imaginary plane in front of me,
as a child spills all the toys from a bin in front of them to see or remind them of what they have,
what they are working with..
>>--> Because sometimes I forget what I'm blessed with,
and what I'm blessed with not having.
I'm reminded, that it's not the child who chooses what toys are in the bin,
only they decide what they will play with.
I havn't a say in what I have,
They have decided my gifts, only I have the freedom to choose what I will exercise
and build upon, because
They will not force that upon me.
and when I speak of space.
I speak of the place I go-
when I'm alone to seek a face much greater than I.
They bless me with the words pre-bottled in the pen
I just let the Wind guide my hand to let them out again.
[grace works.]
This is my space.
to s p a c e myself out when igettoocramped and re-organize my thoughts, ideals-desires,emotions.
I spread them all out on the imaginary plane in front of me,
as a child spills all the toys from a bin in front of them to see or remind them of what they have,
what they are working with..
>>--> Because sometimes I forget what I'm blessed with,
and what I'm blessed with not having.
I'm reminded, that it's not the child who chooses what toys are in the bin,
only they decide what they will play with.
I havn't a say in what I have,
They have decided my gifts, only I have the freedom to choose what I will exercise
and build upon, because
They will not force that upon me.
and when I speak of space.
I speak of the place I go-
when I'm alone to seek a face much greater than I.
They bless me with the words pre-bottled in the pen
I just let the Wind guide my hand to let them out again.
[grace works.]