In a world where love is hard to see, where God never seems to be where he needs to be.  Salvation is all their seems to be, everything else will cease to be.  When turning the other cheek feels like defeat, causing my soul to deplete I fall on my knees crying out to Thee.  Your word is all I heard, when all other conversations blaspheme the word.  It’s not what it seems as things burst at the seams, you see the sun set on your dreams.  When what you thought that was thrown would be caught only to learn that it first must be taught, let us armor up for this spiritual assault.