http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vX2sEviiZk
Justin Bieber's Someday at Christmas
Uplifted by Angels
I am a 11:11 angel, I pray to be a celestial artisan, that my soul be sprinkled with passionate thoughts, when I'm tired let their angelic wings fan me with healing energetic breezes,
let them light my eyes with the lamps of wisdom so I can see what is right or wrong, and give me the creative license of mixing pain and pleasure, terror and hope,
bless me with celestial knowing, wit, wryness, color and an angelic sense of timing, wake me out of a sound sleep and give me words to translate pain and loneliness into a form I can understand,
and let my optimism fall like seeds to the moist warm ground to take root in the footsteps of others. Saint Raphael is my muse and I am his, he whispers in my ears at night,
"Let your passions flow for others like
the moving of water, and you Heal thyself along with others."
Madonna and Baby Jesus...
the supreme subjects...
Some call her Mary, others call her Madonna, or the mother of Jesus, she was frail, gentle and absolute, infant Jesus was her first work of art,
the toddler grew strong and alert, and when he smiled at those with twisted and broken bodies, their limbs grew strong, and they who couldn't stand before could now walk away,
hat part of little Jesus that was man never knew hunger, for angels nurtured him with the milk of God, poppies, and lilacs for desert, and their love which sustained him.
