High Time It’s high time you come out of hiding don’t you think? Let us see you in your fullness and brilliance Bless us with your presence You, in all of your uniqueness, are a precious, shiny gift… radiant and glorious you
Little Miss Sunshine Little Miss Sunshine was all growed up and everything Living in the back washes of the carnival/rodeo thingy she’d been there for years most of her life, it seemed Herded there by a cloudy character of undefined purposes in a nefarious attempt to cloud her light She couldn’t help it shine is what she was and shine is what she did
Shining Center Though overcast and grey the sun shines brightly above the clouds Ever shining, ever loving energizing our bones Shining, also, in our center where no clouds reside
Excitement of Being Can you handle it? The excitement, the buzz, the adrenaline the rush of being all you’re meant to bedoing what you were made to do ——————————————————– When it’s all flowing rightand you’ve pushed through your self-made limitationsThere your Spirit shines I guess I need sunglasses!