Golden Oasis

To The Creator be the glory/
All the things He's done for me/
Turned my floors into ceilings/
Please store me in yours, once my story's seize/

A brief moment received/
A memory in the breeze/
Blowing seeds sown to leave old grief deceased/

And let growth recede old me's/
Truth forged in our genome, my soul breeding hope through my whole being/

Reaching the code, deep in our bones/
To which, each is given/
But known not, by those who seek what the mind's eye can't find/

Blind to things, unseen with sight that leans light/
A fiend for pipe dreams that seem nice/
But in hind, they shine dim, amongst the true gleam of righteousness/
Peek inside, you'll see the real reason they're fighting us/

In likeness of AHAYAH, lies power to reside above vipers/
Even as lightning strikes surge throughout the night/
Higher be our rise out the confines that stasis provides/
Into ways that take shape when faith and patience combine/