Parked my car, woman In the next car, sobbing. I Want to comfort, can’t.
Lord, I am your servant. I pray that all I receive today would be friendly, encouraging, and would help me to be better. I pray
Think us not children Of a lesser god, for if We suffer without End, it is the price We pay for seeing more, for Feeling
I asked the Lord, “why Am I always being smacked Around? Am I not Your son?” He said, “Son, Your power is greater Than all
When I am on my Own, my words dance from my mind To my tongue, fill the Air with joyous song. When I am with
Born into exile, I walk among the pillars Where our heroes fell. My head is bowed, yet Unbroken am I. I watch, Listen, learn secrets