Schizophrenic Poems, Short Stories, and Thoughts

Today, I say praise
For the song of a bird
We worship You in ways
That don’t come as words
For the springtime’s rays
And all the blessings occurred 
Glorious times, and always
The things that seem absurd 

Father, you are consistent 
Even though we are not 
Sometimes we are resistant 
Not seeing your final plot
But You bring contentment
When satan leaves us to rot
You never throw us resentment 
You, are our founding rock

I worship today, to remember You
Not asking for this many things 
For I want to consistently pursue 
All the words I want to sing
To the heavens that life cant 
misconstrue 
Or dilute, like the rain in spring 
Just words in songs, and holy tunes
Your love, forever shall it ring