Being far is sight
Whatsoever things ye sire, when ye pray,
Believe that ye receive them and ye shall have them.
I stretch my spirit to fulfill reaching surpassing mind,
Yes beyond the scope of being far is sight.
I have been putting all my thoughts in words to music.
Its an interesting spark yet I lean on ingroovement.
For both the art yet specific for the purposeful intent.
It is allowing me to see my words sung on stages around the globe.
For this new thought train on tracks seeding care and love in the air.
Am I to feel a stadium full of fans listening clapping hands.
I do see and hearing it true.
Whatsoever things ye sire, when ye pray,
Believe that ye receive them and they come your way.
I stretch my spirit, reaching beyond mind,
Surpassing the edges of space and time.
Each thought I’m sowing in melody and word,
A spark igniting, my voice now heard.
Leaning into the groove of creation's flow,
Artful yet purposeful, watching it grow.
I hear my words sung on stages far and wide,
A globe uniting my vision magnified.
Each note a drop, watering lyrical seed,
Planting love and grace in air to breathe.
My train of thought, on tracks divine,
Carrying my answered prayers from where stars align.
A stadium filled, hands clapping time,
The echoes resounding—this dream is mine.
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