I look up and it tinkles
I gaze at it and it shines.
Sleep sneak around me
but I refuse to succumb
for I want to gaze forever.
But gently it takes me
giving me a lovely view
in the soothing darkness
they all work together
to make life beautiful
the children of nature.
Every where look the same old boring bundle
Where can that glittering spark be
The little Godly light that makes
life more interesting and enjoyable.
God I have waited this long to live
Give me life in abundance
to live, love and fear you
I want to live
And I will live
Numbers 1, 2, 10 in superfluity
A strong stumbling wall with barbed wire band
A strong voice resident in the brain and mind
Measurement of maturity and potentiality
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