Sunday Night

Away I go

But when I return

I stay

Before I left

I made my bed

On Sunday night I will lay my head

And drift away

There are clean sheets

And it is made up neat

It looks nice and inviting

But when I get home

I choose again

It will be just me sleeping

Please no girlfriends

Or mistresses

Even muses

The bed I made I made just for me

But cheer up baby

I definitely love thee

But alas

I must be free

And finally

Treat me

The way I deserve to be

Like Royalty

Like a recipient of the Divine Gift

Cause that is what I am

And you are too

So we don’t need to be two

Not me and you

But two celestial objects

Both shining bright in the distance

Both luminous

Both beautiful and perfect

Just like my bed that is set

That I made with joy and regret

Don’t even want to forget

On Sunday night

In bed

It’s just me I expect

You Belong Here

You belong here

It was meant to be

You don’t have to believe me

Because I am not the one

Who decides such things

Your course in life

Not decided by human beings

Titles, money, or material things

Where you belong

Is decided by God

So you never can be wrong

Even in a room of new faces

Sitting in chairs of the most selective places

Trust me

Because the Lord let me see

Their presence in infinity

Their Glory

And all their majesty

How all the universe is their tapestry

Our strings all attached to God’s puppetry

So it is them who decides

In which seat you sit

And blow the sails of your ship

So they guide your journey

And have set your destination

It’s here where you belong

Because it was here you were destined to be all along

If God said so

How can you be wrong?

You belong here

Right where you are

As bright and brilliant as any other star

The Lord made plans for you long ago

In that moment before the big bang

Before the Lord let it all go

The seeds were planted then

And now we just grow

You belong here

That is all you need to know

Carry On

Carry on young one

Keep going

You can outrun

Tomorrow’s rising sun

It is not yet dawn

The new day

Not yet begun

So carry on

Keep going young one

Your race

You are destined to have won

Starts tomorrow

So start getting ready

Don’t start so heavy

You’ve got time

So you can build it up

No need to rush to grow

When you’re still a pup

Be patient

And believe

That you grow from a divine seed

Just another seedling off the tree

The one that blooms eternally

And was never conceived

Simply came to being

By the Lord’s grace

The same as all other things

Creations by Lord Everything

Carry on young one

Your race is not yet run

Worry not

Because you’ve already won

Your life is your journey

A race with just one completion

One with a known destination

A reunion with the Lord

At their house

With their lovely spouse

And then you find out what that

Race was all about