flying like a bee
a looking view into mirror you
fine as wine and tasty too
more time playing molding mind
out picture game is on high light
yet here I be sitting floating flying like a bee
resting a long as I sing my song
Pioneer of the Sky
To mold and visualize my picture through. Looking to the sky for guiding me on my next to do. I am thinking each word I present to the day, Would wiggle, worm, and forage the way. To bring about the new frontier, Where I dwell being the great pioneer. For my Father from your Son, I am patient in obeyance dreaming one. To mold, to shape, to dream anew, My picture forming a path in view. Eyes cast high where the heavens scene, Guiding whispering stirring thy stream. Each word a seed, it moves, it grows, Wiggling forth where wisdom flows. A frontier rises, vast and clear, Where I stand tall, the great pioneer. Father above, from your chosen Son, Obeyance deep, the dreaming one. Patient hands, a faithful heart, Building creation, your divine spark.
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