The sky is truly vast. The traffic’s moving fast. Faster and faster, I stop and ask her if he feels like we’re moving at all. For next to the vast thought of love, I’m feeling rather small. The skyline sings of an empire. A decadence this human race admires. But at the drop of a hat this source of pride falls like a world war flyer. See, the line of buildings cries. And the money pit sinks and sighs. While it boasts of such power, it’s songs are songs of lies. We’re not who we say we are. We’re not who our titles say. We’re all souls who God has sent His only Son to save. And nothing matters anymore, not like I thought it did. Cause you and I are home in Him, and we’re filled with His love and sent. Sent where? Who knows! But God alone is wise. And His love is worth dying for. His love is worth the fight. The fight that He alone can win. The fight that was never ours. Let’s surrender ourselves and God forbid we hold onto our own hearts. What am I trying to say. What road am I taking to get this point out last? Regarldess of the road the point is, the sky is vast. When I look into it’s depths, I see the shallows of my fears. And realize, God is God and He truly, truly cares.