Holding Up for I

 

What idea are you two ask to hold up for the sky to see,

Being certain that God knows you exist in thee, 

I breathe flowing growing showing how high you rise me,

As the waters trickles down from the heaven above,

I ascend unto you like my stream in love.

Putting a face on a cloud, to sing my song to you.

My name, Art Baby Blue singing Gods great Son. 

Yet what does that mean for see, 

Inside a seed the truth be told

Grow up and be fucking bold. 

What idea am I asked to hold,  

For the sky to see, both fierce and bold?  

Certain that God knows me in thee,  

 

Breathing, flowing, growing—setting fire free.

As waters trickle down from above,  

I rise to you, my stream of love.  

Putting a face on a cloud, I sing,  

My name, Art Baby Blue, with a song to bring.

God’s great Son, a name I am,  

Yet what does that mean in this love we share?  

Inside a seed, the truth is,  

Grow, rise, and to be fucking bold.

As the story tales.

 Art Baby Blue Loving You Me.

Prettily B. 

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To embody purposeful strength to be fully seen.