James.:.Bilione

  Here I am sitting in obeyance to my Father, Thinking, praying for the Sons glory, Flying by saying hi are the birds in the sky, Singing how lovingly true is Art Baby Blue? Me believing is breathing knowing proceedings,  Being gratefully who God has made me to be,  Passing his seed to flower into the womb in thee. Here I am, sitting in obeyance loving my Father, Reflecting, praying, for the Son’s rays to gather. Flying by, saying hi, are the birds in the sky, Singing, How lovingly true you are Art Baby Blue. Believing is breathing, a knowing proceeding, Grateful for the being, God’s purpose exceeding. A seed passed forth, to bloom, to see, Flowering from the womb, my creation in thee. Me, a spiritual spark in a vessel, setting fire free, Living the master Me of God’s artistry.

  What if my tongue was as furry as a tail,   Would you jump to give me a kiss or jump sail?   I think if me in reverse I might intel,   Using curiosity to christen thee spell,   Yet certainly one way to get to do tell. In my playing thought, I wonder,   What secrets beneath might pull us up?   A kiss or a sail—where could we go?   The answer lies in the tickle you know. --- This version stays brief while leaving room for playful curiosity.  art baby blue voice