#Faith #Hope #Prayer
Was Earth created by God’s hand a… when scientific findings seem to d… Is it possible that all things for… The odds against are infinite so,… For no one thinks a tool exists wi…
At the end of the day if the truth… we don’t own a single thing we hol… Not the spoils we gain, nor the go… Not the things we reap. Not the t… that we build upon, where we stake…
So much time I now spend, watchin… Watching as others pass by, living… Living their lives. I watch not for the care of wantin… or even so mush as to learn from w…
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,
The sand of the sea, what are they… Smiling mirages that drift by in l… Tried building castles but it seem… the waves take them down every tim… I guess there’s a beauty in watchi…
When all the leaves fall from the… what does it mean to you and me? Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be as now we reach the end. Is there some place we didn’t go?
I must have wished a thousand time… that somehow we could live our liv… for something more. And I can’t help but wonder why we strive to keep so much in line,
What happens when you finally deci… to change what you’re doing and sw… Is it like when the fog clears awa… and you find where you stand? Or is it more like the unveiling o…
What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…
He did it because no one else coul… Hands raised in praise, yet so few… I guess it’s enough just to know t… but there’s more I wanted to under… I sought for an answer, unwritten…
You sit there rocking, no more people talking, drifting with the wind across the… It’s peaceful like you planned it. No one make’s demands it’s
Sometimes it doesn’t go the way you thought it would at all. Sometimes the pieces all line up though randomly they fall. Sometimes I guess you’re better o…
Write me a poem she said from her… and tell the dark secrets that lie… Dig it all up from the deepest of… Tell in your poem what you’ve not… Write your way through all the lay…
It feels kind of like someone gave… mixed for the purpose of stamping… Slipped like a Mickey when I was… Slammed down the hatch and now all… is, “I don’t know why I feel noth…
Light... what a beautiful light. If only to touch for a moment as day turns to night. And how...