What do you wish you could do more every day?

And when these things begin to come to pass, then look up, and lift up your heads; for your redemption draweth nigh.

Luke 21:28

I do wish I could see chemtraillessly brilliant blue skies more every day and bright beautiful stars at night.

What evil times we’re living in.

Dying Sky

It’s sad, sad, sad

Comes a tear from my eye

To look up and see

A dying sky

Stars gone in hiding

An unnatural glow

Has stolen the glory

Of those I loved so

Dear God in Heaven

Can you hear me up there?

I feel so shut out

Away from your care

It’s eerie, ominous

To see that mankind

Has shut out the heavens

No longer divine

And with each dying breath

Her canvass now bare

It’s hard to imagine

The glory once there

With each dying breath

She heaves a sad sigh

And in that moment

We all start to die