Sinners & publicans. Pharisees, s… Unto neither of these could I eve… for I read of these groups in the… and both make me feel to exclaim w… “Oh praise be that I’m not as oth…
Standing here tonight. I’m tied to this, emotionless, looking at the sky. A million diamonds shine,
Balancing midst them both, two liv… Split down the middle and torn at… Tiptoe the balance beam, pleasing… who know only one side of things. Confliction, a way of life down to…
It’s a feeling that has no words t… when the late autumn leaves fade c… Quietly waving a final goodbye in the chill as morning mist hover… It’s something between a pure feel…
It’s finally the day to come, blood mixing in. Flows like a river through oceans of sin. Long past the point
Long pressing bears the weight of the falling world around me. Over tinsel days yet hollow years has the growing spiral of downward… unwound before my eyes.
Holding all I hold that’s mine. A modern king. The gifts of time. Allot no grip nor means to hold. Today in grasp yet drifting old. Begotten days become as sand.
What do the heavens think of me? When God looks down what does he… What things run through his mind a… Beholding one who once was there, now forging through this world of…
It was a beautiful story, I wish it was my own. It makes me think of you, so every now and then I turn it on.
The further I go the worse I get at what I do and what I let destroy my peace
Unto what shall I liken my strugg… Unto a breath without air, gasping… for that which I can clearly see a… but like unto the shining stars of… lies as it would seem high above m…
I can’t stand another year of this with the sales that start after su… and the songs that play round the… and the gosh darn ice and snow. And the ho ho ho’s, and the jingle…
What are the things that we live f… Can we honestly say they’re the th… that if push came to shove we woul… The thought leaves me contemplatin… how totally different it would all…
Things to adorn yourself. Things for your home. Things of a thousand kind, what do you own? Gather it all til you have everyth…
First note chimes, long silence gone. Like breath again or light at dawn. Pure joy to hear,
