You gave me all I ever wanted
A reason to start again
A home, love and family
Yes, you made me a happy man
The little things that I gave up
To fit into your plan
Once were so big, but now seem small
Now you've made me a happy man
Now we walk together side by side
I'm holding to your hand
Right here's where I'll always stay
'Cause you made me a happy man
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Family
What is Family?
It is more than blood
More than genetics
It is a bond
Forged from shared struggles
The heat of the furnace of pain
Then quenched in the river of life
Made so strong
To transcend all other bonds.
It is more than blood
More than genetics
It is a bond
Forged from shared struggles
The heat of the furnace of pain
Then quenched in the river of life
Made so strong
To transcend all other bonds.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Just Imagine
What if we all walked with God?
Just imagine
What if we all gave everything?
Just imagine
What if we all looked for ways to serve?
Just imagine
Wait,what if I did?
Just imagine.
Just imagine
What if we all gave everything?
Just imagine
What if we all looked for ways to serve?
Just imagine
Wait,what if I did?
Just imagine.
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Fourth
Horseshoes and squirt guns
Burgers and watermelon
Good friends and good food
Thunder and lightning
The grand finale by God
Burgers and watermelon
Good friends and good food
Thunder and lightning
The grand finale by God
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Freedom
It's not just a July word
Or a bumper sticker phrase
Sung about before the game
Or in ads for Chevrolets
It didn't just come about
Because a declaration was made
We're living in the land of the free
And it's only because of the brave.
Or a bumper sticker phrase
Sung about before the game
Or in ads for Chevrolets
It didn't just come about
Because a declaration was made
We're living in the land of the free
And it's only because of the brave.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Forgiveness
Beneath the ground
All is silent, dark
Pain is gone
Fears departed
Everything that hindered
Under the last shovel of dirt
As on feet as light as wings
I walk away from my grave.
All is silent, dark
Pain is gone
Fears departed
Everything that hindered
Under the last shovel of dirt
As on feet as light as wings
I walk away from my grave.
Friday, July 1, 2011
The End
Complete
Perfect
Mature
Three unattainable words
Yet worth striving for
Puzzle pieces going in place
Rough spots being smoothed
Emptiness being filled
Perfect
Mature
Three unattainable words
Yet worth striving for
Puzzle pieces going in place
Rough spots being smoothed
Emptiness being filled
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