Miscellaneous:

[zaac]

so why do i catch my breath
when picking up the pen this time

is it another prophecy
or the life i left behind

silence, it speaks volumes
for any student knows

volume in geometry
the Spirit in Trinity...

well, at least thats how
the saying's s'posed to go

It's different
as I knew it would be
for laughters birth is
sometimes a jolt in metre
a punchline with no set

Put down your pride
like the wooden sword you know it always was
back away, wounded dreamer
It is God Himself who defends you

So be it brother
amen sister...
it is what it is...let it be.
grace is sufficient
then and again
A Shelpherd theough and through

It is what it is...

let it be

Its not what you thought it was
I'm not who you thought I am
You didnt know me then
making the footprints I leave now more

And less, the things of who I wasu
unless its of things I did
to touch a life
in a way that was
unkistakeably, irreversibly the touch of an angel
guiding my hands and heart.

It is what it is.
I am who I always said I was
Til now your pride abounded
Now say who I am
because you always knew.