the little prince and his sheep

the little prince asked the pilot to draw him a sheep.



the first three were all rejected.

the fourth time, the pilot drew a box and said the sheep was inside. the rejected evil sheep opened it and the sheep got out and got lost. i say the lost sheep should have been kept in his box...



note to reader: you do know that all this isn't part of the real story, right?

picklocks and patience

armed with these two things,

we are about to conquer a kingdom!
sovereigns abound with skills not far behind.
apprentice magician, squire of the Prince,
and Brother of the Dark.
humans and Moredhel.
unlikely yet undefeatable.
wise we are and without guilt.
thanks to a glitch!

plunge

i plunge into the icy depths of my fears
numbness seeps into my flesh
but it doesn't drive away the madness
nothing makes sense!

doubts and regrets engulf me,
tearing apart my sanity
and i cling to a thread of hope
praying it won't break

now only grace can save me.

in the dark

a ghost drifts in and out of the room
was i the cause of her gloom?
or was that a collision
of her angst with an apathetic world?

she has eyes
that see past me,
and ears
that listen not to what i say.

left without a clue
as to what I can do to appease her,
i try not to notice in her presence
and sit here in silence.

Love Song for a Savior

Jars of Clay

In open fields of wild flowers,
She breathes the air and flies away
She thanks her Jesus for the daises and the roses
In no simple language
Someday she’ll understand the meaning of it all

He’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat or a song on her lips
Someday she’ll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He’ll call her and she will come running
And fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and she’ll pray,

I want to fall in love with You

Sitting silent wearing sunday best
The sermon echoes through the walls
A great salvation through it calls to the people
Who stare into nowhere, and can’t feel the chains on their souls

He’s more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens
As close as a heartbeat or a song on our lips
Someday we’ll trust Him and learn how to see Him
Someday He’ll call us and we will come running
And fall in His arms and the tears will fall down and we’ll pray,

I want to fall in love with You

It seems too easy to call you Savior,
Not close enough to call you God
So as I sit and think of words I can mention
To show my devotion

I want to fall in love with You

My heart beats for You

"Your Letter"

I saw a letter lying on the floor
I couldn't help but look inside
Thought it was something that you must've left
Left there for me to find
All your words were on that page
All my dreams came true that day
I found

Your letter...
Your letter...
It said you loved me
But you didn't know the words to say
It said you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said you only wish someday that I would feel the same
In your letter
Your letter

I guess it just never occured to me
That you would feel the way I did
You kept the sweetest secret from my heart
You kept those feelings in
Though you never showed a sign
Give a clue to what I'd find
Inside

Your letter...
Your letter...
It said you loved me
But you didn't know the words to say
It said you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said you only wish someday that I would feel the same
In your letter
Your letter

I was so happy that I almost cried
To think that you would think of me that way
It's like you took my sweetest dream
And made that dream come true
I would be with you
Always...

I saw a name I didn't recognize
I felt the tears come to my eyes
Seeing that the love that you've been longing for
Was another love, not mine
No, you never showed a sign
But it was right there in the lines
Inside

Your letter
Your letter
It said you loved [her]
But you didn't know the words to say
It said you never knew that you could ever feel this way
It said you only wish someday that [she] would feel the same
In your letter
Your letter

I saw a letter lying on the floor...

honey or vinegar

The preacher placed two identical jars on the table next to the pulpit. He quoted 1 Samuel 16:7, and said "For the LORD sees not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the the heart."

These jars came from the same factory, were made of the same materials, and can hold the same amount. But they are different, he explained. Then he upset one and it oozed out honey. He turned over the other, and vinegar spilled out.

"When a jar is upset, whatever is in it comes out. Until the jars were upset, they looked alike. The difference lay within, and could not be seen. When they were upset, their contents were revealed."

Until we are upset, we put on a good front. But when we are upset, we reveal or innermost thoughts and attitudes, for "out of the abundance of the heart, his mouth speaketh." (Luke 6:45)

What if someone tipped you over today? What would flow out? Would you reveal the "honey" of grace and patience, or the "vinegar" of anger and sarcasm? "And above all things have fervent charity among yourselves: for charity shall cover the multitude of sins." (1 Peter 4:8)

a sorta fairytale

tori amos
scarlet's walk

on my way up north

up on the ventura i pulled back the hood

and i was talkin to you

and i knew then it would be a life long thing

but i didn't know that we

we could break a silver lining

and i'm so sad

like a good book i can't put this

day back

a sorta fairytale with you

a sorta fairytale with you

things you said that day

up on the 101

the girl had come undone

i tried to downplay it with a

bet about us

you said that

you'd take it as

long as i could

i could not erase it

and i'm so sad

like a good book i can't put this

day backa sorta fairytale with you

a sorta fairytale with you

and i ride along side

and i rode along side you then

and i rode along side

til you lost it there in the open road

and i road along side

until the honey spread itself so thin

for me to break your bread

for me to take your word

i had to steal it

way up north i took my day

all in all it was a pretty nice day and i

put the hood right back where

you could taste heaven perfectly

feel out the summer breeze

didn't know when we'd be back and i

i don't

didn't think

we'd end up like this

and i'm so sad

like a good book i can't put this

day backa sorta fairytale with you

a sorta fairytale with you

i could pick back up whenever i feel

"...and that's why it's a 'sort of' fairy tale, because she wasn't a princess."

Until

I never thought
God's gift wasn't mine
to keep
but simply to hold on to.

Until the dawning of understanding,
Until the revelation of truth.

Planks and Oars

A fascinating dream,
a breathtaking adventure
Of planks and oars
Our very own neverland.

The warmth of your smile,
the excitement and the mystery
Of you and me.
Our very own make-believe.

Fantasy, sugar-sprinkled reality.