tricycle

 To be saved me I'm going to have to die and to search for something that we hope is dear to we have to search deeper than what we see. The mountains do they keep falling after they move to the clouds keep rising. They stay right there so you can see him they haven't moved. This one will be like that he holds a light but not a light of a gun, but a light of a sword he holds no more than what we see will be his the trial does he hope does he understand why he is here the first days of my life I returned. Still, we have gained everything that he trusted so today it's sacrifice is given to to side and the peincing of eye is the light that never could be seen. we can't look at his eyes they are burning with fire. Yet, we see right through him because what we have is not that only I with the man who sees in and he opens you up. He tells you that you're the one who gained. At the same time he giving you nothing but his spirit he has chance all the good days of his life than no nothing but until that day he shares his work not under the work of God. Still, he shares his work silently tomorrow he'll be against us today he's with us and again tomorrow he'll be against us his words are not under my hand but a sickle piece when we don't know who he is he understands Who We Are he says. A Thousand Years came by and he said to me we have grown no peace and I will go on my own to teach this again just like this small way will fold as tight as a knuckle and be giving to be as big as a man's head we will not walk with him because he walks without us his time is not short but it's quickly added to our own just as we had our own shortness to their time and heart we can't hold him because he is not here but in spirit he's been around for a thousand years to know he found nothing but gifts and he lives out of the Earth his soul but his soul is too heavy it's too thick and it mixes with the sand never releasing him up he stands so far and he listens from whence to there and he conquers not one but eight planetary subjects from here our soul is a gift to not know but he opens us up and says this is my luggage this is what I carry for you and what you have is not of mine but if your brothers sisters family it's going to be whole it's going to be cold it's going to be oh never giving up never seen never seen your Bright Lights of his head are the darkness or the darkness of our eyes that rely on our own but give to the other another day for light and he says no more and I say this gift is much more than I thought thank you.