Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.
I have seen my share of sorrow. Fifty years of sorrow. I wont bother to explain it all but i feel i can spare no more time wasting it on tears. Not any more! (Although, soon, i may wallow in it a bit longer! Old habits are hard to break.)
See… there comes a time you throw caution to the wind. Strip down to the person you are. Some like you. Others don’t. No time to waste yourself on that negative vibe… gotta hitch a ride to paradise.
Then again… Time to lighten up this party called LIFE!