To the Church I For Family May Patience Be...

May Peace's glass psalm be...

A doting reflection of your grace

Having fortitude to forgive

And to accept it...

Hallowed are the days 

Of purpose driven conviction

Forty days in a seven oaks ship

Sturdy as an faith allied family 

Built of pyre wood dread naught hope

With a belief stained hull of glass

For all to peer unjudgingly in

To enter and share the joy

A God reflective surface

Of souls unitedly seeking

Heaven's peacefulness

As one: Together

May the glass realm of patience be...

Silently reflected in your forgiveness

A swelling revival tide at the heart of peace

The echoes of fire are no longer unnecessary

Unity is God's moral society trench war

Won by a fair hymnal of soul diversity

Children singing in acceptance

A harmonic cleansing rain

Of voices shouting praise

Until the realization happens

That no matter how holy God is

We must arise from song

With aspirations to live

In Peace & Patience

A court of grace

Is our presence

One must be... A witness

To see a witness

So arise!

For hallowed is patience

and the shared destiny of grace
Thriving amongst your compassion

Do not linger on disagreements

Never beseech anger's judgement

God's holy fire is wrath incarnate

A link between grace & ash we

We shan't desire to create

Only authentic conviction

Can kill benign character

Traits of a nurtured cancer

Worn on our habitual actions

Gossip, prejudice, Unforgiveness

Have long persuaded our purpose

To delve into lethargy's selfish apathy

Would we raise a finger of hope

In every single moment

Until our faithful bone

Were old weary & dry

And we sat on the edge

Of the next life...

Let your joy no not be decaffeinated

Like sour coffee with no strength

Move with assurance & grace

In a single belief conviction

That all of you are equal

Everyone is the same

In earnest anticipation of,