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Flying through the deepest darkest storm,I keep my eyes straight on the path.The road gets rough,And the path gets tough.But I do not falter,and though I may stumble,I will not stop, because those moments,Make me humble.They strengthen me to fly faster than before,With my eyes straight all the more,Because I know He has promised me,In the end I will see His beauty,His bright lights of eternity.Flying through the darkest storm,I keep my eyes straight on the path,On that glimmer of light,The pinhole in the storm,That will soon shine so bright.
Where do our ideas come from?Is it truly out of our own spirit?If so, then why do so many lack new ideas?Could ideas possibly be some divine intervention,A touch of inspiration from our wonderful creator?Or is it a mechanism that He placed inside of us,When He made us in His image,That we may create as He creates?It is a definite possibility that,G-d gave us the tools to create,But many of us our so out of touch with these tools,That we have lost our inspiration, our creativity.Start thinking again.Start creating.Stop watching t.v. and letting your mind be silent.Start sitting in silence and creating ideas in your mind.You were made in the image of the greatest creator,the greatest thinker, author and artist.Therefore you too, ought to think, and create.Stop dumbing yourselves down and start thinkingCreate something wonderful and share it with the world.
Stop worrying about what people will thinkStart running down the aisles and through the hallsStop thinking about how silly you lookStart to dance, flail, and swing your armsHave fun, this is where true beauty lies.Spread the joy of love, with every second of you life.Don't be afraid to act "childish"Theres a reason G-d has told us to become like children.Stop worryingStart livingYou have more to be happy aboutThan you have to mourn forYou have more than enough reasons to never stop dancingAnd more than enough reasons to never stop laughingLet G-d fill you with His love and joyand it will overflow out of youinto all of those who surround youFind the beauty in playing and joyful yellingForget the worries of the worldAnd the worries of the world just might forget you.
There are things way beyond this worldwhich my eyes long to seeand every once in a while He grants mea soft, quite glimpse into eternityIf your not looking for it you'll miss it.Yet if you devote your eyes to seeking itYou will never be blessed with it.Seek Him first and He will give this to you.