The stellar...
The seller....
The write....
Not the writer....

The words...
Not the letters....
The emotions...
Not the emotionless....

The impact.....
Not the impact-or....
The message....
Not the messenger....

The feeling....
Not the one who felt...
That words give....
To another....

This means some thing....
Different to me....
Then how you see it....
They are my dreams...
Into my life they fit....

So am I a writer?
A artist of words?
Or an artist of some-thing you can't see....?
Is there two of me?

Am I hiding my true self again......?
Or do these words give me away....?
The style and what they say?
Do they make any sense at all?

Tangled around each-other....
Do they make you think?
Is this the art?
Or am I the art you can not see?

More then words....
I am a work of art....
A wonder in creation....
Like no other....

This happened when my father....
Made love to my mother...
So in the word I exist...
Cause of love I was made...

God spoke me....
Jesus died for me....
The Holy Spirit came upon me...
Yes God is all three...

So my life changed upon my believe....
Jesus blead...
For my life in front of the Father....
He sat and pled....

For mercy and grace....
And forgiveness too....
I saw Gods face...
I saw Him in you!