Color Of The Spirit Poem by Antonio Liao

oh! Spirit of God, wear the changes of time
leave not my emotion to despair and empower
my iniquities, to the praxis of the beyond

let the howl of gift be the guiding spirit of
every judgment time and may the mighty swords
be the sling of forgiveness on the color of
the dark ages that comes

come angels of the wisdom of fear, unlock
and bless the horizon of the heaven, a valor
of strength scented my soul in the face of
annihilation, thou I am gone forever

my eyes lure to find the sky and my feet
float to the wind of the mountain, what then
can my lips murmur and my voice shout for joy

hail on down the gift of return and blow the
sound of the trumpet to open the heaven, as
you take my hands... I'll be home FATHER