: About Me

It isn't the ones so busy Capturing their neighbor's eye But it is the one that hears the vibrations Of His spirit passing by Many go their way Not hearing the subtle call They are too absorbed in the age To hear the sparrow fall The way of truth is narrow Many are choked with all their care Their senses dulled from selfish gain Passing angels unaware He sent them messengers in dreams That were forgotten when their feet hit ground Warning them of trouble To turn themselves around They began to desire the clatter Of the world gone mad Lost and tossed in translation And forfeited the peace t...