Explosions of galaxies fill the night air.
Prayers of a hundred hands kneel before the sky.
And I'm weary, Lord. I need hope.
I need to see the iron bars of pride to be put ashamed.
I need the strength of your touch to heal my wounds.
I need you.
The flowers near my porch are fading,
the neighbor's cat is always near the door looking for food.
My door won't shut right and I'm exhausted.
Look and frame the doors of my dreams.
Help me remember that you will calm the coldest winter, as my brother also knows.
For I am looking for the sounds of peace within my guitar
searching for the perfect measure, within my soul,
so that it brings every color of red and yellow, white, and peace.
Lord, just remember my sweet prayers, the smell that fills your heavens.
As the morning glories sing in it's new song,
I write in my journal to ask or might I
say demand for your affection and grace, my love.
Remember me Lord.
Remember Corpus Christi.
Remember your bride and world.
Your Love
