from the Mountain to the City of Gold

"When shadows turn to faces, and when faces take on names
When names tell us their stories, of their brokenness and pain
When love
flows through the cities, through the grid of all the streets
under bridges in the alleys, like blood through our veins."

i thought those words are beautiful. they were a challenge to me. i've been wanting to do what they ask of me for a while now.. and i think maybe these are some of the final pushes.

Love them. love them first, not second. love them whoever they are, wherever they are. love is not only missing from the huge homes with empty rooms.. love is not just missing from the ones with no home. "love will bleed. love will heal. love will need"

i'll do that once 'god' gives me a sign.. i'll believe once... i'll go to help them once...

he already did it.
he gave you the sign.
he loved you.


love change the world.