I cry out to God
and he does hear me
like a whisper in a hurricane

His answer a soft as the wind.
Loud as the ocean.
Clear as the springs
warm as the sun.

God smiles down upon the small worlds he has created
and made.
" No everybody believe in me.."
He doesn't say he just smiles and laughs.
" What a pleasent day."
He tell them. A rainbow appears leading the way!

Hope is a special feeling and it is nice to know hope
is a around the corner.

'as soft as the wind' it should be.

SImple yet stunning.

Hmmm... I heard this is my head last night

Crashing thunder,
Glinting rain and darkness of the night.
Oh why dose the world have to fight.

Damn it I thought I got it right!
Maybe it is time to end the days.
Flood the world again..
Hmmm...I do wonder if that will work?

The angles are refusing to play.
Oh please, the fightings hurting me.
I just want a world that doesn't make
me sigh as I watch my men die.

Oh dear, I think I have something in my eye....


....Hmmm looks like he is seriously upset..
I see what I get to night.

Cradled In The Arms Of Love

Storms within and storms without.
The storm clouds are dark.
There seems to be no hideout.
The hurricane winds leaves marks.

Fires start from the lightning.
Ashes are found in many places.
Life seems so hectic and frightening.
There are so many empty places.

Destruction where the tunnel touches down.
People run for cover in fear.
The thunder booms as rain touches the ground.
Lightening strikes every where.

Nature shows it true face in anger at Zion.
The ire of multitude problems descend.
The hurricane comes as a raging lion.
The impending doom looks like the end.

We get caught up in the storm.
Terror as push comes to shove.
Peace of the eye takes us warm.
Cradled in the arms of love.

Here one I just got

Pity the world not me.
For it them not seen.
My heart bleads.

But I can not cry no longer.
my hearts sad.
but no tears.

I watch the world
cease to be..
by their own doing.
I see.

....

Don't pity me.
I tell them
" Stop it."
but they can't
hear me.

I'm just the wind.
or they so see.
my hearts heavy
but I can cry no longer

Oh world what have you done.
the beating of the battle drum
I've sent signs of warings
down through some.

Now soon the time will come
when you know your fate.
but my friend.

It's too late.


Pity world not me..

pity...the..world ...not ..me


....

Oh dear looks like he is upset but unable to cry anymore poor soul