He is HIM

he makes me want to worship his mind at all costs
i smell the fire that burns beneath his beating heart
i breathe in deep and love the moment
taking his glory and wearing it proud
he makes me want to scream his name out loud
this wonderful being... he is him
he is that man

He is a natural potter using his hands for good
Molding and loving all that the heavens offer
He removes the veil of life and disappointments
His light is blinding some chose not to even try
To learn how gentle of a mental this man is
his heart beats the sound of thunder
he is that man

Gravity cannot hold..it cannot form
This man of many levels
He leaves no stone unturned
Walking into the fire with his head held high
Somedays High others low
To rest his head on the shoulder of forever
he is that man

He finds wonder and light in the darkest of moments
Eyes wide open to the taste of life
Never seeking too much...always has just enuff
Caring for all and taking away very little
His life is built to withstand any fault
But each time he says good morning
 he steals a little more
Of my heart

he is that man
he... is... him