

How shall I do it O Lord?How shall I do it O Lord? How do I fix my eyes upon you? Your word is a light unto my path, It lights the way for my feet O Lord.How shall I do it O Lord?
My feet try to leave the path you paved They strike at me in constant rebellion How shall I do it O Lord? How do I follow your lead?
How shall I do it O Lord? How do I tame my tongue for you? My tongue shouts your fame and your greatness before cursing my brother and cutting him down.
My soul, it yearns to know you! It hungers for your presence! How shall I do it O Lord? How do I satisfy the cravings of my


His voiceWith His voice the universe trembles,His voice
He is strong!
He is mighty!
He called for light, and light came,
With that same voice which makes the universe tremble on its foundation.
How amazing is He?
and within my heart, there lies a yearning, in my soul I have a desire.
I crave to hear this universe trembling voice,
to hear it whisper into my heart.
to hear the words of my creator in my soul.
I yearn to feel that shudder inducing whisper in my heart.
For while it shakes the universe and makes it tremble, His voice speaks into my soul in a


In the WildernessThe tears fall from closed eyes,In the Wilderness
falling between clasped hands.
The words of praise mixed with the soft thud of tears hitting the dry and dusty earth. and so he kneels,
tears pouring.
hands clasped,
words praising.
Such pain, and yet despite that pain still he praises.
and then.
The words stop,
the praise ends.
his eyes open, mouth tightens.
A final tear hangs on the edge of his nose,
its glittering play of light unseen to his eyes before it goes to join its brothers.
The boy stands.
He looks at the wilderness, at the des


WatchingI sit outside in my chair and I hear the sounds of the street.Watching
The cars as they whoosh past on their busy way with the people inside on a busy schedule.
I hear the sounds of the birds in the trees, not singing, not talking, but arguing.
Over nests, worms and mates.
Warning them to stay away
or simply looking for friendship in a harsh and barren city.
I smell the acrid smoke of the city. It burns my nostrils.
The smell of sweet, sweet grass freshly mowed.
The smell of fresh paint from the balcony
and the smell of lavender in the garden.
I feel the busyness of the street thro


A step towards freedomThe edge lay ahead The moon in the sky I take a deep breathe and narrow my eyesA step towards freedom
Darkness creeps through Light beams inside Two sides of one mind Fight for more time
Painful reminders Never cease to be One more step And I will be free
The wind burns my face I will finally fly Ill join those Ive lost And be home tonight


Falling to the EarthSpace where I float idly Cold, hard and alone I wait for fresh forces To compel my body of stoneFalling to the Earth
Life bursts from my chest For I feel a tug to my right It guides me quite willingly A spark of blissful light
Blue smeared with cream The pull becomes stronger This world is a dream Im moving much faster
The sky calls my name A warmth pulls me closer Such beauty in flight A song by stunning composers
I see blue dancing with green Sand performing for trees The breath of a million Singing in the sweet br
I Thank You
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If there is no "I" in team, why are there three "I's" in individual? Doesn't it kinda defeat the purpose of individuality?
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Laugh at everything, or be obliged to cry over everything.
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If there is no "I" in team, why are there three "I's" in individual? Doesn't it kinda defeat the purpose of individuality?
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If there is no "I" in team, why are there three "I's" in individual? Doesn't it kinda defeat the purpose of individuality?
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A whole universe lies behind a person; a whole story behind a question - Melba Maggay
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If there is no "I" in team, why are there three "I's" in individual? Doesn't it kinda defeat the purpose of individuality?
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"Welcome to my world..."
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