I am passion in its purest form
I believe that God is in all things
So how could I not seethe poetry in all things
I see the poetry of God in your tiredness, your beliefs and disbeliefs
And even when you deny him
In the coldest darkest corners of your heart
You form a singular bond
So I figured why save that bond for the coldest darkest hours
When I can use them in the rest
And leave the imaginable to his imagination
To his grace and glory
I live his and my story
I live through him - I am passion.