The sky is the blank canvas the creator expresses himself with...
The clouds become his instruments, like a haze of art...
So perfect, so beautiful, needeth not to be comprehended...
The way he shapes them shows his everlasting wisdom,
How I love the Creator, how I love his works...-
Shall I use a the first person or third POV?
How shall I express the words in my heart?
I desire to write, to write daily,
But it's quite hard, it's like milk without dairy...
How shall I evolve; for everyday, new things pop up
Things that take my time, but I do not want to give up...
So, again, how shall I evolve,
How shall I express my hearty words?-
Heb.13.6
That is why we can say with confidence, "The Lord is my helper, so I will not be afraid. What can mere mortals do to me?" (NLT)-
Twinkle twinkle little star,
How I love how confused you are,
You have three weeks to give back what is mine,
Or I fear someone's gonna have to die...-
Dear diary,
I met someone today,
Someone who sat with me while I was in dismay,
He wrapped in arms around me like the wind,
In comfort, I felt my fear turn to peace,
"Who are you?" I asked for my pain had passed,
"I'm the good shepherd" he said, and my face lit with a smile.-