With transparent sincerity
A clean stream that flows smoothly
Pleasant as early morning sunshine
And a cool afternoon breeze,
Always best intentions,
Even a generous heart.
A good man, a good woman often stands alone
Penetrating others’ eyes
Looking clearly into the soul,
And true light is not seen.
All the wealth of the world cannot buy true love, as Solomon wrote
The power of such love that covers the sun, moon and stars,
Reaches through the many layers of deceit,
Unclean spirits of fear, anxiety and confusion.
The clouds of lies shroud the entire earth
And all born into it,
Quickly fading true Light as a shadow now covers even America,
The second human death rarely ever spoken or written about.
Eyes that see purely, discerning
Find ones chosen,
Enlightened minds the same,
With righteous hunger and thirst
To help recreate what was predestined
Even before Adam and Eve “the most beautiful woman”.
Eyes that burned with Heaven’s zeal
Wept over Jerusalem
Her sons and daughters seen as chicks beneath His secure wings,
His Jerusalem treated by the nations as a commodity to be bought and sold;
Those eyes blaze now with eternal purpose
Look intently through the huge cities, the small villages and farms,
The refined, proud nations and the humble nomadic tribes,
All for the chosen ones, the few willing to listen
To hear His voice, to see at last and to change
And turn their hearts in naked honesty
To Him alone.