Wings Of Love Long Only

This That Is Tormented And Very Tired, Tortured With Restraints Like A Madman, This Heart.

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.

I Am A Bird Of God's Garden And I Do Not Belong To This Dusty World For A Day Or Two They Have Put Me Here In This Cage Of My Own Body I Did Not Come Here Of My Own I Will Not Return Of My Own To My Own Country.

God Looks Not At Your Form, Nor At Your Deeds, But At Your Heart.

If You Put On Shoes That Are Too Tight And Walk Out Across An Empty Plain, You Will Not Feel The Freedom Of The Place Unless You Take Off Your Shoes. Your Shoe-constriction Has You Confined. At Night Before Sleeping You Take Off The Tight Shoes, And Your Soul Releases Into A Place It Knows. Dreams Glide Deeper.