How many times must a man come to… with all of the troubles in life, where voyages tend to become sunke… and seems every path leads to stri… How often must he try, despite wha…
Each path we walk, it forges somet… a step within a stair. A line part of a rhythmic pattern and we’re unaware. We’re so wrapped up in what’s befo…
One struggles beneath the ever-bea… One rises up in revolution, wantin… One gives his life a soldier so th… One celebrates in freedom as they… One starts his life from nothing b…
I once beheld an ancient scene as… where many people gathered to the… Disciples came from all around and… to hear the words of he whom they… But on this would be fateful day,…
A morning walk, amidst the trees,… The sound of crisp from frozen gro… I love the feeling that I get on… where light through all the empty… It makes me dream of times in spri…
I paused today, put cares away, relaxed and let the moment stay. Saw feathered skies
A million things swimming around i… Things I could say that should ne… Things I could tell that you’d ne… Things that I’ve seen that are to… Things that I’ve heard that are n…
With childhood eyes reflecting. Clear mountain day remembering. Fresh cut hay reviving. Together we’d play, etching memories never to be forgotten.
You wished upon a star and got left out in the rain. You gave it all your heart and it just got broke again. Oh... It just got broke again.
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…
When you’ve had every chance and a… When you’ve been in good graces an… When you had God in Heaven reach… and you still found a way to fail.… You look back in disbelief, regret…
We want the same and fear the chan… yet all the while we just complain of everything single thing under t… I’ve heard it is a general rule, that man is nothing but a fool
I’ll be here right beside you in the darkness when you call. I’ll be the one who makes sure that the last leaf doesn’t fall. I’ll be here watching over you
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.
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…
