Morning Chapel Views

Pen flowing in hand music blowing in the wind. Thoughts compacted heart havey about to brust, some much on my worry brain suck the life out my sorry paine. I need a place where i can rest my fears sit them aside and soak in my pride. "In the morning i shall rise lay on my bed and speak through my poetry" I get the most beautiful veiw; When i look outside my window for a few. The blossoms grew in the birds embrace the nature, That's the best! When your life loves the littlest things. I never seem to forget what each day brings, Yesterday, the next day, the day after, prior and today in the morning chapel its a blessing to be waken. When life is so much mistaking.