I cannot help but wonder as I wan… and try to find a purpose in this… Why don’t we have a Moses or a No… like those who came before us had… Why don’t we have the likes of men…
There’s a corner of eternity where I’ve built a simple home. A place that I can go to when I want to be alone. A place where winds of
It’s been used in so many movies, and series, and books to be read - some kind of sickness breaks out i… turning all into the living dead. I once thought the concept was sil…
“There shall be weeping, and waili… I’d read it and read it again. And I’d heard of it preached from… warning me of the crisis I’m in. So, I pondered and tried to creat…
A silent end, a fading friend, an… A tear-stained eye, a question why… A solemn stare, the mirror’s glare… A slow walk home, still there alon… Where do you go when all is lost?…
A tale I once heard of two men of… who’s lives were defined by the to… Each man was beholden to God for… so, when the time came that the pr… each fell to his knees and petitio…
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.
When will it be that it’s my time… I see all the signs in the air. Must I wait through storms til th… or is there a milder path there? When I was young, I never spent t…
I looked at her, her angel voice s… She sat surrounded by the band, ju… Her songs were mesmerizing, she ha… and in that moment God gave me thi… “No matter what, the songs we make…
How odd this ragged stranger seems who jarred me from my frozen stare… at dust and dreams and other thing… for which I spend my time and care… No other man hath paid him mind,
I want to write a song today from… Won’t paint to kill the dead saint… that I’ve been praying in the dark… and wishing the bathwater clean in… I hope to finally find the strengt…
Picture frame the moments. In diaries write them down. Hold on to such with all you have for times will come around, when they will be all that you hav…
Dim lit, damp and distant corner torn from dream of vapor’s fold. Slow descent to worlds divided, nothing hot and nothing cold. Long ago this soul forgotten,
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…
When I was young I was eager and… believing in something came quite… Found new things to conquer and ne… worked hard for perfection most al… Dug through information piled high…