Blue To Deep Purple

I was born a poor boy in a hut on a mountain. Strived to find the answer why heaven’s call was ever sounding. I was always a searching child with a cat’s curiosity. I summoned our gracious savior to render his luscious favors exuding his generosity. I was attracted to a band of pirates excluded from the mainstream by plotting tyrants. We combed the ocean floor for Atlantis and a secret door. As we entered we found a prince with his bride in white. We beseeched him with a wish to cure the savior’s world from the despots’ dynamite. Then the bells rang in triumph as the skies then opened wide. Echoing over the seven seas came His voice to purify. I then built a boat of wood and I sailed into the valley. Returning to the ocean I swam unto the shore as the waves were pounding. I saw the blue turned to deep purple as I fell into a celestial circle. I became a gifted man My soul has flown abreast the glorious finale. Then the cherub will restore our faith and belief eternal. Feeling the deeper content of our benign surroundings. I have always kept the notion that true sentiments will prosper. Once the parables and the verses are understood for their intent. Giving bountifully from His dominion He will bring our spirits in motion. Singing our praises we have sent our rapturous jubilations. Taken aside from deeper devotion We will fulfill our aspirations. I saw the blue turned to deep purple as I fell into a celestial circle. I became a gifted man My soul has flown abreast the glorious finale. Then the adorable infants woo as they are carried to their cradles of peaceful rest grinning gently in admiration. We will all witness our conception revealing the succeeding direction.