One son of God, awakened another, gently through the music, so as he wakes up from his sleep, remembering what the dream was. Gently, so memories of the dream may not be lost. Now that my friend, is called success. Such is church.

Shape of failure: Impatient, in hurry, somewhere else, people tried to push and shake someone to awaken that person, he woke up from the sleep, the fantasy was lost, he forgot, and there was nothing to remember. And those who lived in fantasies continued to shake themselves for a while before they realize, the fantasy is lost. Such are Nazis.

Ignorance can’t awake you in ages, it is music like this that tells you in a second who you are. What good are billions of useless pieces, when only one good musical piece, is the only one that’s moral and meaningful. Yes, that is Church. This music, it’s result.

Must have been a thousand conversions in the other direction, but the one that was intended, chosen one, the meaningful one, it was a conversion, back towards the Church. The journey back to the truth. Did he not say, donate, so you’ll get twice the result.

Now imagine, in which direction will conversions go, we only lack faith because only time knows when to show. You can conquer the world, with just one loyal, faithful, and trust worthy person by your side, so imagine, I never had one, tells me only other guy standing with me, is God himself.

Because God never leaves anyone, completely alone, ever. Too alone, the one who can try to share his loneliness but it can’t be shared, the one who can try to share his authority, but it can’t be given, that’s God. The Almighty Father of Creation. We, his images.

Donate no more, your people to the cult religion, donate to Buddhism or some other, from which you wish artifacts of faith and wisdom, everything belongs to the museum, point your fingers next, which religion has become a cult for you, and let another letter be written.

For nothing’s above God’s will, not even you and I, nor the heaven or Earth, that’s in truth, who Godfather really is. Sun, just his will. Holy spirit, deliverance. For it is written.

Love and Music, a good voice to sing a song is the only thing that you can envy. What good are your lyrics, when there in no beauty in your hymn. That’s a lesson I understood from cockerel like voices of the cult religion.

They neither have music, nor love, so churchills have it, how can this not ever, make them feel chill and enjoy the good cords singing in the company of cords of a guitar.

God gave you voice of an angel, that’s the only thing I envy. Trust me, there’s nothing else to envy, but voice, a vibrant heart to sing it out, being yourself (like your brother Enrique), and good lyrics to sing.

Just think of it, I have no one I can trust in the name of faith, you have so many. It is the reason God placed you in the music industry. You are a gift of Joseph hospitality, nice guys, the Academicadians. Just be confident in everything you do.

Brother, if you have a good voice and a guitar, sing like there’s no stopping you. For wherever you’ll sing and whatever in the name of music and love, Church will sing from the bottom of your heart. Trust fans of David, worship is nothing but your desire to sing.

As long as you’ve the music, nothing that God created, can ever harm you. Nothing that the devil invented can spoil you. No lies can ever misguide you, as long as you have the music. The power is within you, it is your God-given instrument.

You can’t become king of music with repeated lyrics, passion only God blessed to the true believers. It is never found in the words my friend, it is always in the voice. Choice.

Church shines like blinding light. God gave a cult religion, goggles of moon, their eyesight was too weak to catch the direct sunlight. They made a God out of their moon, not what the moon filters and reflects. The moon rises and sets without colors, the sun, always with all the colors of light.

Music fills the hole in your soul, without music life’s like a cult religion through the desert.

Music shapes the blindness in your eyes, without music life’s like gloominess without surprise. Hear yourself reading this. Judge yourself, the beauty of your inside.