Christ’s presence..

Night breaks in All the eyes of day are shuttered Carrying along blindness And a hiding of the worthy Hopeless minds Override the sun Up and down a dark Till a little star of hope Breaks through the printless sky forms a twist of destiny Pato.

Scary lonliness

Done with frequent hugs of darkness In the quiet night Noise of evil plays the loser song My bed a thorn nursery bed Tik tok time goes by Finding refuge under my blanket Still dead The quiet with in me silent Till i watch The rose form on my inside Penetrating to the outside Gracing…

Breathed on poem.

You are a true living poem Written by the spirit of God Words chosen perfectly in His presence Breathed on with the spirit of life. With a theme of love, redemption and perfection. And at the end of you, Comes a signature of Christ. The GREATEST POET. Pato...

Hated love

For all that is freely Given Is accepted in the world Except the hated love of Christ. That washed all off stinky iniquities And is stronger than all that has ever been given freely. Yet the hated love of Christ, Has no expiries For forever it will breathe. Pato