SAND (The Promise)


Like a young man you go to the seashore looking for treasure in sand, so many articles of logical conclusion based on what’s been or what’s had. Some dreamers dream of sailing clear oceans, some opt to stand where they can. Come you with questions now to this table, like Solomon I’ll give you a hand. There it could be a chosen few people, lying their spirits in sand, look for the places lightning is striking, grab for the children you can. So it is, I’ll question you plenty, being a father that stands, so many weaknesses on your table, forget all your options you had. Two flaming arrows I shoot into you, implanting a seashore of sand.

Take your thoughts away, the ones that’s say this is just today, for these are paths you’ve made. Blessing a spirit now it is one, look to the sky, father, this sand is falling on you. This sand is falling on you.

This golden haired warrior she will change you, and outwardly challenge the status view of a world, she will be strong. Teaching all others, from other lands, building a home when they can’t stand, building their language, to help them say, love’s found a way. She will fly away, know that she takes your sand inside her sprinkling the world, as she soars to gray. Bringing the tears from sadness to joy when she sings, bless her always, when tidal waves roar, washing the sand, glimpses of light, a fathomable darkness will hear her pray, will hear her say, my father worships this way. His sand is inside me, fortunes and witches can play, and my father’s sand never goes away.

Take your thoughts away, the ones that’s say this is just today, for these are paths you’ve made. Blessing a spirit now it is two, look to the sky, father, this sand is falling on you. This sand is falling on you.

This ark of the soul, a brown eyed boy, will challenge the spirit until it’s made whole, and look to divisions from his own life, to multiply spirits and end their strife, when he cries. Your blessing resides deep inside, for every pure night since he was born a strike of the light in a world that is worn, he will pray. Angels will move time away. The sun will stand ready, the sand will blow, building a highway, where his spirit sows All of G-Ds kingdom will know, his father bending low, instilling sand in mixes to show, a purer glass to see through, where this wonder goes. For he goes to heal the way, and his father’s sand never goes away.

Like a young man you go to the seashore looking for treasure in sand, so many articles of logical conclusion based on what’s been or what’s had. Some dreamers dream of sailing clear oceans, some opt to stand where they can. Come you with questions now to this table, like Solomon I’ll give you a hand. There it could be a chosen few people, lying their spirits in sand, look for the places lightning is striking, grab for the children you can. So it is, I’ll question you plenty, being a father that stands, so many weaknesses on your table, forget all your options you had. Two flaming arrows I shoot into you, implanting a seashore of sand.

On this Father’s day I remember a lonely single man given a promise on a deserted stretch of beach in 1991. – 06.21.2015 –
דָּנִיֵּאל

HEART – Sand

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