Faith

My fathers love will have no end, he taught me love as my best friend. He told me wrongs but showed me right, when darkness fell he was the light. This love I know from deep within, and strength I have I learned from him. Morals and values in life that I see, reflections of him in this life that I lead. The greatest man that I ever have known, I am who I am from the seeds he had sown. When I kneel and pray to our God up above, I always will thank him for my fathers love.

You can say they don't exist, but I still see them everyday, they surround us in our hearts and every time I kneel to pray. In the corner of my mind and in the pages of a book, They are only hard to find if you don't take the time to look. The homeless on the corner and your hero in Iraq, from a princess on the screen down to a junkie smoking crack. They all have things in common, If you look into their soul. Angels watching over them to help them gain control. See we all have our demons and the struggles real each day, these Angels fight them off with us to help us find our way.

Somewhere in heaven a valentine waits, for a soul left on earth, that is full of heartaches. It doesn’t seem fair, oh lord why are you there, leaving me lonely in so much despair. You left here so soon leaving holes in my life, jagged and torn from this virtual knife. The shock has now passed but it still leaves me numb, eyes like a rain cloud and heart like a drum. I know there is reason but don’t understand, why you are up there as I stay on this land. I will wait for you oh I know that its true, this person on earth, that was made just for you. A match made above yes a soul stuck in time, until we meet again, always your valentine.

The highway to heaven is littered with sin, mistakes and corruption from so deep within. So fall to your knees and repent with your soul, then you can be with him and you will feel whole. A young man named Jesus who died on that cross, so all could be saved and would never be lost. The son of our God, a messiah for man, took hold of our future, gave shape to this land. The bible the message, the passing of time, a road map to him that will start in your mind. Study it, keep, and worship his love, sing praise to his glory, and fly like a dove. Your sins are forgiven the moment you ask, when you seek out Jesus when you face your task. Belief is the key, the foundation is real, the journey the struggle and all you will feel. When you follow his path, you never will roam, see sooner or later, we're all coming home.

You're somebodies Angel, she sees through those tears, the sorrow the madness the hurt and the fears. When your walls may crumble she makes them her own, she picks up the pieces and carries each stone. She builds a foundation from love that you share, those pieces you shed become all of her stairs. They will lift her up in this life she will live, her kindness and strength will be gifts you will give. Your pain and your struggles, your sickness and strife, the burdens you carry are lessons of life. For God knows your path and decides who you'll be, he shapes and he molds you and plants every seed. stand tall in your pain and take pride in your fight, cause you are the winner and you are the light. She learns from your courage embraces each win, no matter how little or where it will end. If one path is broken then turn to the stars, take flight in your life, don’t look back, just go far. To her you have passion, desire, no fears, you'r

Why do we argue and why must we fight, what makes one wrong and the other so right. God is our maker through him we should see, the truth and the wisdom, of our own history. The bible, the word, the lessons, the lines, the message and teachings, the passage of time. The beauty, the wonder, the vastness of lands, the mountains the valley's and perilous sands. The creature that live and the plants he let grow, the rains from the summer, from winter the snow. To all there is reason, a puzzle of life, each put in its place so that all can survive. You see it's by him all these things were created, the topic, the truth, should be taught, not debated.