And you were unexpected,
But not unwelcome
'Cause you can wake me anytime
Glad to let you in from
The middle of this winter night
Into my heart and my life
A thought crossed my drowsy mind:

Could it be that these arms were meant to hold you?
Could it be that my head was tailor-made for your shoulder?
And are these fingers designed to be intertwined
While we watch our feelings grow?
I'd like to think so

And I can't sleep lately
It's a problem I've been having
'Cause even in my dreams,

They cant compare

To the feelings that i get

Simply knowing you are there

Could it be that these arms were meant to hold you?
Could it be that me head was tailor-made for your shoulder,
And are these fingers designed to be intertwined
While coffee candles glow?
I'd like to think so

And I'm inclined to shy away
But he moves me
Without words and without moving

Could it be that these arms were meant to hold him?
Could it be that his head was tailor-made for my shoulder?
And are these fingers designed to be intertwined?
How am I supposed to know?
But oh, I'd like to think so

Fear of Immensity

Look up at the sky and watch the gleaming of the stars stretch beyond the horizon.. with toes in the sand we feel the rush of the wind and the depth of the vast surface of the seas. With the lights out, I still hear the rain, and when my eyes are closed are yours open? The air in itself is a simple reminder of immensity, we seemingly breath in and out the same substance, through similar lungs that gives oxygen to similar hearts, that pumps blood through the twists and turns of our very similar veins..... We gaze to the same far off moons and suns in the black veil of our universe. Creations of the Earth seem immense in size to such small, and frail people. Mountains seem grand and rivers seem endless...

We've spent over 2000 years trying to explain our visible immensities through science; Where did the stars come from? How big is our Universe? Are there others? When did the Earth evolve? Is it flat or is it round? How did we come to be? Where do we belong? How do I get there? and our dog, where does he go? Where do we go? What is death? What do we do while we're here? What's the purpose of life? Why do I feel the way I feel? Is there a god? Or did we create ourselves? Everyone asks these questions, because scrolled in our ticking minds and bleeding hearts lies these answers that we spend our lives looking for. Why do you think we ask these questions? Because subconsciously we believe deeply in immensity and in something eternal, but as people with sensitive senses, if we don't see it how can we believe in it?

Its almost humorous that we focus so much on the things we cannot figure out that we can see, and that we are living out that we sometimes forget of the immensity that is to come, after death. We focus so much on why we can't figure out the matter stars that our vision is blocked at the skies.  So we worry; How on Earth will my bills get paid? How am I supposed to raise this child? Is he/she going to live? Am I going to live? What am I supposed to do when they die? Do they like me? Can I be loved? Can I love? What should I be doing? Am I doing this right? Where am I going? How do I get there? How do I succeed?.. We sift and pry open and pull and cram and squeeze and tighten and loosen, and go left and  go right, we jump, we fall, we cry, we laugh, we win, we lose, we die. Now what? Heaven or Hell right, maybe purgatory or after lives, or better yet just nothing.. what does that even look like? 

Death pulls us into an entirely different immensity that is eternal. And death is a guarantee. Time ceases to be an issue, because there is no such thing as time anymore, because all of a sudden there is no more ending. All of a sudden Death pulls us into real immensity, that before was hidden behind the curtains. And all of a sudden everything we ever did in life, and everything we ever worried about is gone, and never mattered. It was wasted trying to figure out the seas and the mountains, instead of preparing for eternity. And lets be honest, eternity cannot be mapped by man, because its too immense. Man can't even map the seas in which the dwell with. So purgatory and after lives, and nothingness, all theories of man... those are out of the question... that leaves Heaven and that leaves Hell. Are you prepared for hell? or are you preparing for Heaven?

What War?- Our cushioned society.

It’s a brushfire spreading, feeding as it moves

It’s a disappeared glacier, it’s an airborne flu

It’s your disbelieving eyes locked in concrete miles

It’s your yawning conscious and your lawyer’s smile

It’s an occupied country, foaming at the mouth

No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud

It’s a military mother with a boy in hell

And it’s a flag draped casket down an oil well

It’s an Argentina school girl, gagged and bound

It’s a torture camp, it’s a long way down

It’s the constant brace and shock of now

It’s the whole damn world turned inside out

It’s a march to extinction with your god in step

It’s his name in your mouth, it’s his cross on your neck

It’s a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt

And he’s panting the ‘Our Father’ in staccato spurts

now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies

That’s his truth in your stomach, it’s no alibi

But the trouble lies on the other side

With an equal truth prepping for his holy night

He sees his crescent and the star in the virgin sky

He hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife

And as he eases to the check point, he is calm and sure

It’s collateral damage, it’s the cost of war

It’s another bag of bones for the gods to sort

It's just another bag of bones for the gods to sort

It’s the species disappearing, all the birds fly south

In a January heat wave and a pulsing crowd

It’s an African militia, kids with sub machines

It’s a conflict diamond on your bride to be

It’s the dispossessed lining up every gate

It’s the facts worth facing, faced way too late

It’s the mission of modernity, go get what’s yours’

’Til there’s nothing leftover to get no more

And it’s not what were owed but it’s what we’ve earned

And it’s closer than we realized that it's time now, to burn

It’s time now to burn

Oh, it’s time now to burn

“Whatever life takes away from you, let it go. When you surrender and let go of the past, you allow yourself to be fully alive in the moment. Letting go of the past means you can enjoy the dream that is happening right now.”

-don Miguel Riuz.

The story of a man...

Once upon a time, there was a girl with no soul. She walked the town with her head raised and her strides even. Walking steady as people taunted her flesh that mirrored her fragile bones and was stained a deep purple. Her face remained a cold stone but her sides were cringing under the piercing swords, of words that burned deeper that of a bullet's sting. Everyday she walked these routes of the King's lands, filled with people of higher accord in dwellings of royalty. To them she was a wretched harlot who threw away her dignity and spat on her parents good fortune. She was a rebel. The girls heart was a beating stone that bled in her deep silent agony and she played the part her peers assigned unable to argue her standings or her pain. For years she was dying a deadly role with no way to escape, she was drowning in her sorrows, and screaming calls for life, each day she'd roam the same course. Each day was the same, and it never got better.

Today on her routine walk through the town she was shoved to the ground by tremendous hands, being beaten and cursed, with blowing kicks and rips to her body, she CRIED out her pain she wailed petitions for help. "I need you!" she screamed to an unknown recipient, "Save me!" finally the blows stopped and she laid lifeless in the road. A man came upon her and knelt beside the broken girl, a man no one had seen, or ever known, lifted her chin and breathed life into her lungs. This man in all white kissed her head and raised her to her feet, as he whispered to her heart "I'm here, and I love you. Follow me, and there will be life." The girl wept and wept but felt no more pain, she gazed deep in the mans eyes and fell back to her knees singing praises to her unknown savior. She reached to kiss his saving hands and found herself mesmerized by the scar in his palm. The man knelt beside her and spoke "Because you have cried out my name, I have saved you, under the blood that bled from these scars, you have been set free from the chains of this world and there is a place for you in the kingdom on high, my kingdom, I am Jesus Christ, I am your Lord, and I am your savior."

Cry out to the Lord on High and He will save you, Remember His sacrifice and sing praises for in Him you find a life more abundant than any other. He is healer of our acing hearts and through His blood we are made clean, but to those who deny His name and harden their hearts before His gracious offering, will suffer eternity amidst the flames of hell and the shackles of the enemy. You are not promised time, and you cannot buy your salvation.

Sappy Love Songs.

I want to write a nonfiction love song, because I dont have one yet, Ive got almost and maybes and "what happened here baby" but not a love song. But we've got time to kill all the reasons we should hold back.. and I wear you on a locket around my neck, I haven't opened it up yet, but I'll look back and laugh I bet, and talk about these days like they were stories of old. I wish my voice would echo through galaxies and such just to scratch the surface of explaining to you just how much I'm glad you dont have to try, you dont have to change.. baby you stay just the same..I used to want time to run so quickly, but now crawling is fine. The older I get the more I see I need every moment to let my roots grow down deep, so we have time to kill all the reasons to kill all the reasons we should hold back, and I am still wearing you on this locket around my neck, I haven't opened it up yet, but ill look back and laugh I bet and tell you about these days like they are stories of old.. Im working on my voice echoing through galaxies and such to scratch the surface of explaining to you just how much... i love you. Ill try not to wish you would hurry, Im learning how not to worry, I dont want to let you down.. Could I sing to you every week, make just enough for what we need and walk together around the town. I wish my voice would echo through galaxies and such to scratch the surface of explainging to you just how much Im glad you dont have to try you dont have to change, you can stay just the same..

If you were a melody Id sing you all the time, If your hands were poetry Id memorize every line, and if every look you gave me were a different hugh or shade of color Id learn how to pain you, or at least Id try. If you were in words in a story youd be in a book thats overdue, somewhere hidden in my closet looked a million times for you and if you were just one day youd be the very first of May and Id be sunlight in your skies, or at least I'd try. What are the words that you say, and I wish I knew all the prayers that you pray, and everywhere you go I wish that I could stand next to you... I'll try. You know I'd try.

Like a window to the sky, or a telescope to the eye.. Like a stamp to a letter I want to know you better I want be so much nearer I want to go together with you. Like a photograph to a smile, a runner to a mile, strings to a chello, a wave to a "hello how are you" I want to go together with you. Like a face in the mirror I want to see you clearer I want to be so much nearer and I want to go together with you.. Paint to a canvas, first day nervous, birthday to a wish, long distance calls and I miss you. I want to go together with you.. Lock to a key, you to me...... Im your tune, I miss the sounds you make, theyre wearing thing these months im living in. The phone line outside my house, wonder what words it has seen, what would happen if they all spilled out and I got the lovely ones for free.. Tie the in a bow and send them your way on the fastest train i know to get to you, do i really need a reson besides I want to and I have an unending debt to love you. If you were to say that you love thursdays I'd do my best to plan I'd find a way, convince them to escape their usual weekday clan, id set them right so theyre side by side on a calander for you, throw the old one out and keep a yellow storage house of sunny saturdays too, free for you to use. Tie them in a bow and send them your way on the fastest train I know to get to you. Do i really need a reason besides I want to, and Ive got an unending debt to love you. Check your mail did i get your address right, Id hate to think that anybody else mightve picked up all the letters sent for you.. Wait a minute! Wait a minute Mr. Postman! Wait Mr Postman! Mr postman, look and see is there a letter for me.. Do I really need a reason besides I want to and I have an unending debt to love you.

Songbird.

I want to be a songbird, and I want to sit in the tallest branch, on the tallest tree, and I want to sing lullabies to earth as she cries, and I really want to try and make her laugh. I want to be a songbird, and I want to watch the sunrise, with my love by my side, and I want to grow, I want to learn, I want to fire, and I want to burn, I want to rise and I want to fall I want to run and I want to crawl. I want to be a songbird and i just want to try to know how far and deep and wide this love is that you give, thats what it is to really live. To just try and look around, see you in our breaths, and hear you in our sounds. I want to be a songbird, go through things that I need, make me hurt and make me bleed, I will rise and see the light, Ill pray my way through the night. I want to be a songbird, I want to sing lullabies to earth as she cries, but I really want to try and make her laugh, like you make me laugh. Take the strings and the things I use to tie me to the ground, let them all be gone... I want to be a songbird.

Fake Plastic trees.

Green plastic watering cans, for a fake shiny rubber plant, and a fake plastic love, that she bought from a rubber man in a town full of rubber plants, to get rid of itself... and it wears her out.... she lives with a broken man, a crack pot aspiring man, who just crumbles and burns.. he used to do surgery, for girls in the 80's but gravity always wins.. and it wears him out.. She looks like the real things, come on she tastes like the real thing, but fake plastic love.. oh but i cant help but feeling like a nurse with a seedling, if i just had time to run... and it wears me out.

if i could be who you wanted..

if i could be who you wanted,

if i could be who you wanted,

if i could be who you wanted,

if i could be who you wanted..

oh time.......

Chapter XVII

Chapter XVII

I have this story in my head, One thats constantly being rewritten and played out. It's a good story, its tortured and tattered, with yellow-aged pages and the bind is slowly breaking. But it's the book I can't seem to stray from for too long. It's a classic, like old vinyls on a dusty record spin. It's impacting if you read it with a soundtrack, it will live on, change frequently. So in between the bindings of my storybook, there is no title, and no defined ending. It feels like I have read only the beginning, but I know I could have just written the end. So as I sit and think on the days to come and the days of the past I more frequently realize that the best part and the most important part of the book is the very page that I'm on, the very words just starting to take shape. Not the name scrolled on aging pages, or faces soon described in full.. The history has been carved in stone, and the coming days are undecided. But with each breath of now I write another word; is it a noun, a pronoun an adjective, or a verb? Am I going, staying, lost, or found? What do I feel, what do I desire, what do I want in these seconds? What crawls on my flesh and whispers in my ear, what lies on my tongue, and what keeps my feet stable, what fills my hands and winds trough my fingers? Am i talking, laughing, crying? Or am i alone in silence? What jumbles in my brain, and who calls out my name? Hows the weather, and what is my location? The aroma of my days are sponged onto each page with such delicacy, written with the pen of a master author, and the story line of an all knowing creator. So as each word carries on, I read in suspense, my happily ever today.

-end chapter.-

Jesus Reigns over everything.

I am but a frail thing, a tattered coat upon a tree of bones;

I am dust and divinity, two sides of the great human contradiciton.

The definition of sanity is being in touch with reality, and the most REAL thing in the world is God. So the defining quality of insanity must be being out of touch with that reality... Being distant or out of touch with God. At birth we're born filthy rags, we're born "insane" if you will, but encoded deep deep inside of us is this yearning and this need and desire for God. Even though we don't know that's what we're searching for we start our lives looking, trying to meet and fill our own deep groans for life. So we fill, and we fill and we bury ourselves in useless things, and we remain broken.. unfinished and unclean. And still Jesus reigns over everything and uses all things for His goodness. Jesus brings us to His throne and washes us new... because of this I still believe that my dragging moments are held in Your hands, and the raging waves buried deep in my loins are obtainable for You. The fire that leaves my stone heart in ashes is tamed by Your words, and I trust in You, and I believe that You can heal me.. As I lie here broken and in pain I have faith that You can build me up again. You're the only one who can manage that, and for these reasons You are all I need, You are my portion and You are my prize, You're more than enough.. I'm placing my trust in Your holy hands and asking You, begging You to heal me........

The enemy knows my weakness, and he keeps my wounds fresh. But tonight I'll take up my armor, and gallantly fight for righteousness. I cannot account for days past or days to come but tonight I will take my cross, and I will count these costs. Tonight I will take hold of this very moment and in this time You take me by the words You have spoken.. I am rushed by this never ending hope that through You I will overcome. I rejoice in knowing that one day I will see you and know that the only thing worth holding onto is holding onto me. I kneel to show you this desperate aching heart of stone that still beats between my ribs.

As for me, I look to the Lord for help.

I wait confidently for God to save me,
and my God will certainly hear me.

Do not gloat over me, my enemies!

For though I fall, I will rise again.

Though I sit in darkness,

the Lord will be my light.

I will be patient as the Lord punishes me,

for I have sinned against Him.

But after that, He will take up my case,

and give me justice for all I have suffered from my enemies.

The Lord will bring me into the light and I will see his righteousness.

(Micah 7:7-9)

I was on another train, I caught a different plane ,

I landed an hour to late to see you..

I was born a day late, my mother called my name

And i turned away and missed your face

where did you go? where did you go now?

cause im coming to find you

im coming to find you

im getting older by the day

could you give me a small clue

and your so hard to see 

ideas are hard to hold

but i love you

as pure as the snow

can you feel my breath behind you

can you hear my steps coming near you

you're stapled, and im coming to you 

theres nothing in this place i fear, 

only you without me and only me without you.

today i dream about me like i dream of you

do you ever sing about me cause i sing about you

this is getting hard, everybody's finding love

and faith is getting tired but my hope is pressing on

can you feel my breath behind you

can you hear my steps coming yeah im coming dear

i will scale mountains to find you

no valley low enough dear.

oh, where am i going?

and when do i stop?

are you there waiting?

or have you given up?

give me a picture, something to see

cause im dying to learn you, dying to breath.

so where did you go?

where did you go for so long?

where did you go love?

because im coming to find you.

i wish i missed the train or just stayed on your plane 

i wish that i was early  for once, just wait.

where did you go?

Arithmetic

I have never been hunting but with the way i love it should count.

They should charge me all the fees and charge me for the hearts that I've taken out..

I have never used a rifle all i need are the words in my mouth,

they burn deeper than a bullet.

Your eyes how they shine all the diamonds in the mine don't come near it.

and all the angels on high fly down time to time just to see it

and with a love like this any woman in the world would die for it.

and i just want to pull the trigger..

And its not my fault,

that I'm not that strong..

you see I've been taught to walk away.

and we can try again, try your arithmetic.

Wont you tell me what's the formula for love.

And I've been plugging in numbers,

but nothing i put in comes out

with ever problem I solve there's another one seen that never gave any ground,

and the answer i fear is a number I've learned to do without

so tell me the truth

and its not my fault that I'm not that strong

you see I've been taught to walk away

and we can try again try your arithmetic

tell me whats the formula for love?

oh, for love for love..

all for love

for love

for love for love love love

and I've got a song to sing for everything I've been through

and on a perfect day i pray for rain just to hum a sad tune

see when the chips are down there's only one thing that's left to do

you've got to walk away

you've got to walk

and its not my fault that I'm not that strong

you see I've been taught to walk away

and we can try again try your arithmetic

tell me whats the formula for love

for love.

because i don't know

come on i don't know

you've got to tell me.

whats the formula for love?

d.r.

IandLoveandYou

Falling in love is the easiest thing you're ever going to do.

It's the most exciting, and it's the most powerful.

Thats why falling out of love hurts so bad..

but falling in love..... there's nothing better.

Its the best it gets.

When you're heart beats faster and the room feels like an entirely different atmosphere when that one is around. Your flesh sweats and fills with chills. Your days become dreams, with no real worries, no crazy ambitions, no dramatic affairs, just you, and the other. When everything you thought it could be fails, only because you never thought it could get this good.. but the best part about being in love is knowing when its strong enough to survive the pain, the hard parts of life. When the love between you and that person is strong enough to keep going when you have nothing to look forward to. When it looks easy to give up, your heart holds on, because you love them. When they become what the love is about not you. When love become selfless. When the words I and Love and You become hard to say, but impossible to deny. That love was designed to conquer. To rise above, and to finish the race. That love was created by a loving creator. That love is wonderful to come by, hard to hold on to, but so worth it. The love that never gives up, never backs down, never frays away. A love that gets broken and chipped, but grows back stronger than before, because this love kept fighting and HEALED! At the end of the day when love is all thats left when everything else is said and done love remains. Love never dies. Love through the Father, Love the Father, Love His children, Love with His strength, Love with His patience, His kindness, His heart made anew in you.

The Walrus Said.....

THE WALRUS SAID

"THE TIME HAS COME," THE WALRUS SAID, "TO TALK OF MANY THINGS: OF SHOES - AND SHIPS - AND SEALING-WAX - OF CABBAGES - AND KINGS AND WHY THE SEA IS BOILING HOT - AND WHETHER PIGS HAVE WINGS."

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I don't feel beautiful. This is something that in the past couple of years has become so apparent to me. My flesh despises itself, and in the past its been a problem. I live in a town filled with beautiful people, skinny, tan and gorgeous! This post, will emberass me, because its more personal then I would like to get. But I write it because I'm tired of hearing beautiful girls doubt themselves. Im tired of giving in to these thoughts in my head. I am guilty of sin in this arena. It's time for this to stop. It's time to turn to God. I have tried excessive exercise, I've done the starving, and the pills, and the diets, and when my obsessions take over, and fail I do the opposite. I eat crap, stop working out, give up, drown myself in evil self-pity, and I seek the most perfectly figured girls and try and compare myself to them. Its really humiliating, and ridiculous when i say it out loud, but this is reality, this is our culture, and this is our mindset. I hear countless amounts of this, more or less extreme, but its an obsession, and idol, and a foothold of the enemy. It's something I have gotten better at handling, but still struggle with. Somedays just walking in a public place I feel like the most disgusting thing in the room. So how do you deal with this? How do you make this go away? I dont know. What I do is recognize my self esteem and self confidence as feelings. Feelings that are merely a tool that can be manipulated and used by either side. In this case this is not God speaking, but the enemy. How you feel is not always the truth. Running off of feelings alone can lead to massive destruction. The truth of the matter is, you're beautiful. How do you know this?

Ephesians 2:10 says that "We are God's masterpiece." That means you are not average. You are not ordinary. You are one of a kind. When God created you He went to great lengths to make you exactly the way He wanted. You didn't just happen to get your personality. You didn't just accidentally get your nose, your skin color, your gifts or abilities. God designed you the way you are on purpose, for a purpose. The Apostle Paul said, "We should be to the praise of God's glory." In this passage, he's not talking about giving God praise with our words, although that is important. He's encouraging us to make our lives a living praise to Him! When you understand your value, and not only who you are but Whose you are, then your very existence will give God praise. When you are secure in who God made you, and you go out each day being your best, your life will give God praise. In other words, driving to work you're giving God praise. Mowing the lawn you're giving God praise. Going to the grocery store you're giving God praise. Walking through the mall you're giving God praise! Honor God today by accepting who you are. Make the decision to be the best you can be. Get up every morning and set your mind in the right direction by making positive affirmations over your life: "I'm the apple of God's eye. I'm His masterpiece. His fingerprints are all over me." If you will learn to accept and approve yourself and have a right opinion about who you are then you're going to rise higher. God is going to pour out His blessings and you will live that life of victory that God has in store! Understand that when God looks at you, when He looks into YOUR eyes, He sees the most beautiful of all creation. He could paint you for the rest of eternity and be satisfied in His work. You are beautiful to Him. And that is the truth.

In Genesis, God made the heavens and the earth, the birds and the trees the days and the night and the land and the seas,He stopped and He rested. He rested and said all that He made was good. Yet, something was missing… us. So He made man in the image and likeness of Himself. Man and woman were created to have fellowship with God. We weren't the afterthought in creation. We were the special finishing touches. Man, and WOMAN we're his Masterpieces, something that He could not make anymore beautiful. He was satisfied with His children, with You.

For thus saith the LORD of hosts; After the glory hath he sent me unto the nations which spoiled you: for he that toucheth you toucheth the apple of his eye. He says we are His workmanship (Zechariah 2:8).

Next time you look in the mirror, see what God sees and cherish your time on this earth. You are the most prized possession God has. You are His masterpiece. What matters most to Him is you. He loves you. Until you start to realize, how awfully imprtant that truth is, You'll be stuck in lying obsessions of image and beauty. Be confident in the beauty that God beholds unto you. Be confident and know the truth, that you could not be made better, you are God's masterpiece. Praise Him for that.

"Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised." (Proverbs 31:30)

feather in the wind.

Looking at the sea and tides they rise and fall and then they rise again,

water floats like a feather in the wind,

catch me if you can.. catch me.

I don't even know just what I'd do

if you fought your way back through.

Cleared all the cobwebs

they weren't making room for you and me.

There's a road to my heart,

follow the signs to the right,

when you see all the lights glowing bright

inside the dark you know you found me.

Looking at the city scape

tiny little bones sparkling at night.

All i think is ever too late to cross the ties that bind us to our lives

I dont even know just what id say if you found your way back

clearing all the cobwebs and we'd be wishing for you to stay.

There's a road to my heart,

follow the signs to the right,

when you see all the lights glowing bright

inside the dark you know you found me.

looking at the sea again, tides they rise and fall and they rise again

water floats like a feather in the wind, catch me if you can, catch me.

The song I sing...

If you want to hear a good song, listen to a thunderstorm. No matter how many times I try to learn it I'll never sing like the sky. The crash of the cymbals and the deep roar of thunder from within the clouds, as lightning dances with along in harmonic correlation. The sweeping sounds of rain drops violently meeting the Earth again, and again. The glorious refrain of the howling winds vibrating through the creases of the streets. Listen to the vibrant and powerful lights and sounds of our dark covering sky.

Do you know what sings a sweeter, and less powerful song than the sky? The sea. Sit quietly, meditate on the crashing white caps breaking against the rocks, and the rush of the tide meeting the sand for the first time. Can you hear the psalm of the gulls? The enhancing song of the sea calls you deeper into its beauty.

Oh if only I could sing like the sky or the sea, whistle like the birds or the winds in the leaves. If i could hum like the flowers, or dance like the grass. Oh if i could create great stories like the valleys and plains, if i had the confidence and power like the mountains... To this my voice will never compare, but still your spirit calls my heart to sing. You roll through my body like thunder, forcing my voice to cry out Your name, El Shaddai, God of grace, Lord most high, Jesus Christ. Abba Father, Adonai, crowned in praise, Lord most high, Jesus Christ! There is something about this name, its not the letters it consists of, or the tone of each syllable, no its just the name in itself. A name only fit for a king, just this name heals the sick, lame, and broken hearted. Just this name saves a wondering soul, this name alone is the song of the skies, and of the sea. The rocks and the trees only sing praises to this name. Its the only thing I can sing to compete with the stars, and together, all creation will join and praise Hallelujah, God with us. So for longer than this hearts bleeds, I will lift my voice and cry Your name! I will sing You praise, and I will worship You. It's the only thing I know to do. For all I want, all I am, and all I will be is Yours.

Send me a thunderstorm, bring me to the sea, allow me to lift my voice and sing to Thee. In this hour of doubt I see, but who I am is not just me. So give me the strength to die myself, so love can live to tell the tale. let the songs I sing bring joy to You. Let the words I say profess my love. Let the notes I choose be Your favorite tune, Father let my heart be after You alone.

In the name of love.

 

People do a lot of things in the name of love. I remember thinking this when we first made this deal, about love. I never really felt it even when it was offered to me before, because I knew I could never deserve it... There are four things that I do not understand. The way of an eagle in the sky, the way of a serpent on a rock, the way of a ship at sea, and the way a man loves a woman. But when I saw the light and became clean they all started to make sense to me.. the eagle, the ship and even the man and the woman, but what i knew best, what I knew from my gut was the way of that serpent and how he can destroy even the strongest of loves. Knowing this I will ask for your strength, your wisdom to stray from the temptations of that vicious serpent. As I walk along the valleys surrounded by death and disease, wickedness and evil. But at the peeks of the mountains I face before me I found crazy love untouched by the serpent. Lead me there.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud W.W.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o'er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils; 

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine

And twinkle on the milky way,

They stretched in never-ending line

Along the margin of a bay; 

Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 

Tossing there heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they

Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee; 

A poet could not be but gay,

In such a jocund company!

I gazed-and gazed-but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought; 

For oft when on my couch I lie

In vacant or pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth