Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.

We become extraordinary when we realize how extraordinary our existence is.

This universe is a fan of you. Watch the flowers in the morning, how they open towards the same sun that spends it's whole day following you.

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

You are quite the beauty. If no one has ever told you that before, know that right now. You are quite the beauty.

I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere.

Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.