Tuesday, April 10, 2007


The heart is deceitful above all things
and beyond cure.
Who can understand it?

Jer 17:9

but oh wait....next verse..

"I the LORD search the heart
and examine the mind,
to reward a man according to his conduct,
according to what his deeds deserve."

Monday, March 19, 2007

r e n a i s s a n c e

This is my second chance
This is my one romance
This is the cutting line
On which I stand to show you

This is my broken heart
This is my bleeding start
This is the way I’ve come to know You

This is my winding road
This is my way back home
This is the narrow door you know that I will walk through

In pieces I’ve broken open to think too much or just enough
Alone to trust midst the rubble and the dust
Humbled, it took this much to break down and understand
Spent my life this far on castles made of sand
Tossed in the breakers in the palm of your hand
Now I can finally stand

This is my renaissance
This is my one response
This is the way I say I love You

Monday, March 12, 2007

and no one knows...

I watch as the daylight crawls
past the shadows hanging on the walls
it's been a long time since I felt the stain of yesterday getting in my way

I'm alive but tell me am I free
I've got eyes but tell me can I see
the sky is falling and no one knows

we shouldn't be hard to believe
shouldn't be this difficult to breathe
the sky is falling and no one knows

you leave me hanging on
only to catch my breath
I've got You and I've got nothing left
don't leave me all alone down here
with myself and all of my fear

I'm alive but tell me am I free
I've got eyes but tell me can I see
the sky is falling and no one knows

the sky is falling and no one knows
no one knows

Monday, March 05, 2007


Senior thesis is to blame for this one.... but just read it, Mr. Patrick Henry musta been quite the orator

Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the numbers of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth, to know the worst, and to provide for it. .....

There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free--if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us! They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength but irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extentuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Soundboard for my Mind.

Never Forget.

This is what I am reminded of tonight.

Don't forget the times when you were weakest, even if you are strong now.
Don't forget the times you fell, even if you got picked up.
Don't forget the times you don't want to remember....

I am simply writing an essay for a scholarship-- but this truth came to mind:
I am who I am today because of what God did in my past. When I look back and think about some of the most difficult times I have experienced, it reminds me to be THANKFUL FOR TODAY and thankful for what God has done and where I am. It also reminds me not to take it for granted.

Just something to think about.

Friday, January 19, 2007

Ephesians 3:14-20

"For this reason I bow my knees to the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, from whom the whole family in heaven and earth is named, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengethened with might through His Spirit in the inner man, that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the w i d t h and length and depth and height-- to know the love of Christ which passes knowledge: that you may be filled with all the fullness of God."

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Love Song for a Savior

in open fields of wild flowers

she breathes the air and flies away

she thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses in no simple language

someday she'll understand the meaning of it all

He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens

as close a heartbeat or a song on her lips

someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see Him

someday He'll call her and she will come running

and fall in his arms and the tears will fall down and she'll pray..

I want to fall in love with You

sitting silent wearing sunday best
the sermon echoes through the walls

a great salvation through it calls to the people who stare into nowhere
and can't feel the chains on their soul

He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close a heartbeat or a song on our lips
Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He'll call us and we will come running and fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we'll pray,"I want to fall in love with You"

It seems too easy to call you "Savior",
Not close enough to call you God
So as I sit and think of words I can mention to show my devotion...

I want to fall in love with You...

my heart beats for You