Why Sunday,
you led them all believed,
that you’re the one day to give us his Glory.
Why can’t it be Saturday.
When all along I knew in me,
the cross bore ona Thursday evening, and Friday was the
real Passover.
Then that fated early Saturday, he was prepared for homecoming,
still people keep coming to you on a Sunday, and only Sunday they
can be all pious and very humbled.
At that single line on a Monday,
They still act as a 5 year old.
. . . Thus all petals of the feathers that induces the love
of strength, protection and the light that keeps my life
fortified, I am thankful for which Michael and his brethren
does give me shelter in any kind of weather. . .
Your eyes speaks of simplicity.
Your smile as a child,
laughs like there is no tommorow,
yet you preach your gospel like no other,
I will always be a follower of your life and love you keep sharing like no other.
🤔😐🤔🤔🙄😆😆😆
Sorry no image,
please use imagination
on this one.
You are my rock
and my water,
that blocks and
crash upon and into my mind.
I’d know you
are always beside
No matter what.
😭😦😢😭😦
© oliver a. melendez.
© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude
@cp.viii
Sure the word is there,
I can refer from it,
I can base my life upon those lines of love.
I will and would rather be thankful from his influence,
I will and would rather be grateful from his inspiration,
In his eyes, i am still,
I try all of my best.
In his eyes, i am still,
I do give all i can.
I commend mine,
I uphold his,
I will do everything,
In his name,
glory
mercy
salvation
and love for a better day,
for all the ways of the seen and the unseen,
I’d rather have his way, than mine.
AMEN.
😉😉😉😆😆😆😆
© oliver a. melendez.
© all artworks and poetry by ohms / @rstydhude
@Vb 26
hail, Michael.
hail, Gabriel.
hail, Raphael.
hail, Ureil.
Light my eyes,
let your eyes shine upon me,
let my eyes be guided, protected, illuminated and shown the way,
where the heart of thy father,
is not bothered,
and never does angered.
From North to my south,
Then to the east of my west,
Alone am i in this world born,
yet you among friends I am whole.
yet you among your grace I am someone,
in your eyes , joy
in your lips, grace
in your thoughts, mercy
with your word, I am born.
I love you, respect and honor your commandments,
and
through them i heard the trumpets calling,
i heard that star shinning above all else,
til the last beacon where
He smiles,
that no other brother can be,
He takes,
any hand and never fall short
of laughter.
I am whole.
with you I am whole.
