Surfing on the Sands of Time

White cars and trucks litter the road and gas emissions and carbon molecules think their relevant because of the news, we run around pretending...thus the world groans...Flat streets of aimlessness set wide and long forever stretched in the direction of wanting shimmering in the rain, sun sparkles dance around refracted as the noon says it's hellos life moving, creation meandering on and on........this is all very nice and very comforting.....yet I worry....I shouldn't but I do...
Worry is the anti-faith...and we all should practice using faith to see past the surface into the deeper still...try not to set or circumstance next to the understanding of the physical world because they don't look good together....days go by and nights pass through life goes on yet needless to say we should not get caught up into the routines.... despite the occasional beauty we discover there.
In the house of worship we sit and hope....bring meaning to life and it's disorder....we lift our hands we sing our songs, we want to be...do...see....feel...hear....touch....more...Then it happens....
Sounds of freedom sound like prayer...and the miracles we envision look like faith...and then the songs we sing will reverberate into the streets ....healing passion set within freedom, prophecy and change will take hold of the ones with ears to hear and eyes to see.... the cars will stop and the rain will fall the sun will shine golden yellow and warm and then the world will see true beauty contrasted over our perceptions......the reality of the Fathers will will no longer be kept inside this house of planning and instruction it will spill over and flood the streets, the roads, the homes, the cities, the hearts and the minds of all people and all things singing praise and glory honor to the King...forever and ever... Float on.