sacred to love
sacred to laugh
sacred to pray

sacred to dance
sacred to sing
sacred to pray

sacred to write
sacred to make
sacred to pray

sacred to play

Let God be
praised and let
Himself praise Himself.
Let His people
joyfully praise Him,
and let the whole
world and its hosts
and the firmament
and its bodies
laud Him praises,
He who was
and who is to come
He who reinth for
evermore, word
without end. And from
the east pole
of the earth, to the
north of the
south reaching the
west, laud His praises.
In the deepest
part of the sea
sing Joyfully
doxologies of
glorification and
adoration to
worship 🛐 Him
beneath the earth
and underneath His
throne were twenty
and four holy spirits proclaiming His
praises for He his
worthy to be magnified.
Praised be thy
Lord our
God till eternal.
Amen !
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Though the winds blow I will stay
Out in the open
To see prefect grace unfold
My heart shall give way to love
Time will be lost but I will give the highest praise
Worship for all my days in Your name
Savior of all in you I trust

Have you ever let the night sky blanket you during the dead of night?
  The barest of clouds invited to a masquerade with the subjects of the moon,
pirouetting with such grace and skill that it appears to be a work of the gods?
  She is a silent melody whispered to those who listen
  Did you know that the moon is warm?
  A golden halo radiating her beauty,
beaconing your gaze towards her
  She is a haven,
sanctuary,
the only one I can truly call home and the guide who watches over me
  I know that if nothing else,
there is the moon.

Blackest nights and hearts of hearts
As the feeling hits my bones
Vast illusions take their hold
Welcome evil to its throne

Embrace the stars that guide my fate they've often burned when I arrive too late
It seems I'm running in a vector leading myself back to what I hate
I picked the crown from all the roses, chose to drown yet dreamt of floating, spending precious time just hoping, loves a drug so now I'm doping, heart so broken no use coping, all this ink black blood is flowing, spilling from my tongue it stains the ground pollutes the mud

Wasted words, from wasted tongues I think I've fallen out of love and now this freedom cuts me open just to rip out all these pieces, voices, words, and thesis I've been Clinging to this life, God should just hand me the knife, I'll carve myself a new beginning.

Stab myself with a thousand needles to drive it home once more that there is no growth without pain and from me all the hues of red and black come pouring out in a catharsis of the self inflicted damage I've pursued in the twisted notion that accepting this pain will leave me with nothing left to lose and everything left to gain but as it turns out the gods were never so cruel and never so kind as to let me weather the entire storm to prove to myself that I was truly alive.

No.

No.

Take me, break me, shatter my illusions, drive my mind into confusion, take from me everything I hold true and run it through the strainer that's
you, God of wisdom take my hand and drag me through the burning sands, and take from me right as I bleed through every wound you set me free, crush my faith, tear out my eyes, if I don't make it death is fine, gifted wisdom from divine, is worth this anguished mortal life, show me death and show me light, show me plenty show me strife, cast upon I beg of thee, make me listen make me free.