How can I live in a dead body?

How can I grab hold when everything is  falling apart?

How can I love when the night is so cold?

What strength can I give to dead if they think they are alive?

What does voice matter if I only hear my own words?

I line my mouth with the grave everyday.

I look too the stars yet I only see gray skys.

We pile trash on ride home.

We look to whatever that separates, but to be one will be the only comfort.

The kings and queens lost their crowns however their crown sits upon their head.

The Father gave a glimpse of his heart.

The truth will be with One.

Separation will be death.

The simple live in their complexity yet in the simple’s complexity the answer is  easy.

Only one way to safety is in forgiveness.

Do not carry on like our problems are for you solve.

Do not carry on like you can figure it all out.

Because it would be senseless to be called children.

The course has been set for your feet yet do not cease to ask.

The ones who refuse to lay their crowns at his feet are prepared for destruction.

So look up like the stars are still there.

Look up like there is no where else too look.

Look, wait, ask.  Then the kingdom is yours.