To all the shapes and sizes of GOD made in HIS image To all evil, vile as a veil separating us from GOD To GOD calling our switched off hearts and to voicemail prayer-lines. To all the unknown sins that GOD must forgive us for not knowing To knowing everything because GOD made sure of that To all the times we've grieved GOD By lowering the volume of HIS voice in us To all the mistakes we've made tying to edit the stories of us which GOD HAS written To all the plot-twists of our lives that GOD laughs over
Can sin(ners) be stopped? Or can they be healed by being loved?
How many "Lord forgive me"s Can turn sinner to saint?
Maybe we should talk about oranges Those yellow oranges; who do not stay to be plucked Nor allow themselves to be
I throw shattered glass in the air
Your skin became an altar With sacrifice upon sacrifice presented to God.
The point is, this poem is for those people who run away from succeeding by running on the wrong track. Who double their paces into hell in the name of 'living'.
You're the sun in my night Always make my day come to light You are the rainbow if I'm blind (You're) so colourful in my mind