Take a church full of sinners with… each needing profoundly the grace… Some trapped in addiction, some we… some struggling with faith, some w… Some filled with anger and some wi…

With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.

When you’re on an endless highway is there any hope at all that a destination will be reached… and you can finally fall back in the arms of the one you lo…

I paused to stand and watch a man… my wonder soared as I watched his… He stood as if not noticing that m… they moved without a second glance… Then as I watched he stepped full…

Let it go, let it flow - cut it with your words. Slash at every piece of it until it finally hurts.

I’ve not been one to take it slow, just like the tulips break through… in eager haste to taste of Spring. So likewise I want everything. Each day more warm,

The further I go the worse I get at what I do and what I let destroy my peace

Two days until Christmas. Two hours until light. Too often you fill up my dreams in the night. Too tired to keep going.

A million threads now woven, with no single thread ever reveali… what web it intended to weave. Each thread seemed a pleasure-friend upon its arrival…

I sat today midst the happy smiles of a children’s song, and for just… I was happy too, for what else sho… from a happy day and a happy song. But, it came again just like every…

Living every day, wondering why I… never really knowing why I’m here. Singing every song, always going w… feeling like I always live in fear… Hating what I see, wanting more t…

This is the reason I do what I do… A rhyme, a song in shades of blue. Connections made to a million ties… The longing stare of a million eye… Peering out from the darkness, sou…

It seems evil flourishes time afte… Men follow cycles of hate, greed a… mixed in with apathy, jealously, f… I’ve wondered the cause but it’s r… For the war rages on betwixt Sata…

It’s colder now and seems somehow more empty than before. I wish I’d known the future then, and what it held in store. No longer is there will of heart

Pretend not to notice. Pretend you don’t see. Protect at all cost your illusions of me. Don’t read what I write