very often i forget to be the child. i forget to hold the father’s hand. i forget that i am elohim. i forget that i have a purpose. i forget to smile instead of frown…
do you know why?
because there is nobody to remind me…
except for god… who whispers.
whisper not, dear father! crank ‘er up and be a rock star.. be our god of the screaming six shooter … you might like it.
and i could use the guidance.