Justification of Seemingly Random Occurances.

if i closed my eyes and tried to remember all the times i was lifted from the mire
i think i would stay in the dark for eternity
hands from the sky
as the feathers from your wings gently float across my checks
come now
dry those eyes with the hopes of a thousand tomorrows
come now
dont lose faith in things
time is of the essence
come now
let it be what it is
the ocean sings me a lullaby as i am rocked to sleep by the wind through the trees
hands through my hair
for this pain is a reminder of just how alive you are
the present is a gift
wrapped in the cloak of iniquity so seldom recognized
eye of the beholder
gifts from the heavens
come now
the zion train is coming
let us show you where....