i say these things as if they are true...knowing my words can slip through the fingers like water

I pray tonight...

let the revolution move from a coded message and hidden scribbles...move to whispers in darkened alleys in secret rendezvous...move toward an unstoppable surrender...a freedom momentum that cannot be contained...a messy revolution...a silent yet profound exchange of power... who will replace the dictator...the controller...the rational tyranny? Lord Jesus come and take Your throne...

Ghosts

Mice

Vagabonds

Brave?

Weak