Song: Yearnings of the Soul Proses 2
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Artist: Ange-Aimee Lajoie
Year: 2019Viewed: 4 - Published at: a year ago
Asking another lost soul for love is like asking to drink from an empty cup
As the physical body is an instrument to express the mind, so the spirit is an instrument to express the soul
Speak life into your inventions or else…
Hear the praise from the crowd of those applauding those very same inventions shouting from the mouth of a stranger
Caught in the net of routine…Monotony is the spider that drains the very life from its victims
Insecure Unworthy Envious Fearful
Thesе words do not tell the story of the soul…
Chasing shadows lеads you further into darkness
At times your mind is but a casket to the spirit
They will treat you as a burden, for you are a reminder of what they have failed to do
Being close-minded is like planting a flower in too small of a pot. It leaves no room for growth
When the face of Truth comes before you…
Its eyes peering into your very soul
It will not quiet to pacify your fears
My mind was trapped within itself…My soul had the spare key
If it does not wake you as the sun rises, does it light up your life
Laugh at your Worries
until they are too embarrassed to show face
Smile at your flaws until they recognize their
true beauty
Sing to your fears until they fall into a deep
slumber
A belief is erroneous if not harmonious With the Laws
Truth is,
If one cannot conceive it… One is in no condition to receive it…
The spirit knows not the pain of falling and therefore the spirit knows not the fear of falling
One must speak to the heart…Before reaching the soul…
The extent of our happiness is the extent in which we allow ourselves to love freely
The measure of your worries is simply the distance between you and your Creator
How can our spirits rise, when our thoughts are deflated?
How do we progress, when our souls are unmoved…
In this drive, the soul is the only lasting vehicle…
It is the mouth of the river that holds the mightiest tongue…
The source from which Faith Flows From….
As the physical body is an instrument to express the mind, so the spirit is an instrument to express the soul
Speak life into your inventions or else…
Hear the praise from the crowd of those applauding those very same inventions shouting from the mouth of a stranger
Caught in the net of routine…Monotony is the spider that drains the very life from its victims
Insecure Unworthy Envious Fearful
Thesе words do not tell the story of the soul…
Chasing shadows lеads you further into darkness
At times your mind is but a casket to the spirit
They will treat you as a burden, for you are a reminder of what they have failed to do
Being close-minded is like planting a flower in too small of a pot. It leaves no room for growth
When the face of Truth comes before you…
Its eyes peering into your very soul
It will not quiet to pacify your fears
My mind was trapped within itself…My soul had the spare key
If it does not wake you as the sun rises, does it light up your life
Laugh at your Worries
until they are too embarrassed to show face
Smile at your flaws until they recognize their
true beauty
Sing to your fears until they fall into a deep
slumber
A belief is erroneous if not harmonious With the Laws
Truth is,
If one cannot conceive it… One is in no condition to receive it…
The spirit knows not the pain of falling and therefore the spirit knows not the fear of falling
One must speak to the heart…Before reaching the soul…
The extent of our happiness is the extent in which we allow ourselves to love freely
The measure of your worries is simply the distance between you and your Creator
How can our spirits rise, when our thoughts are deflated?
How do we progress, when our souls are unmoved…
In this drive, the soul is the only lasting vehicle…
It is the mouth of the river that holds the mightiest tongue…
The source from which Faith Flows From….
( Ange-Aimee Lajoie )
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