tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6798748804675139822024-03-04T22:07:35.773-08:00Squeeze it like a lemonmctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-62380811230786011992011-03-22T16:06:00.000-07:002011-03-22T16:11:17.688-07:00Errrrrrr......<div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I think, I er, lost the plot a little. Well that is to say I wondered a bit from the track, or lost sight of the end goal, or whatever other analogies you wanna, use you get the picture.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I just read something I wrote after my year out today, after as a group of friends on a journey of discovery had delved deeper and deeper into God, into mission and into seeking justice. We had talked late nights over about what it was to be church, to be the hands and feet of Jesus, I had banged on time after time about getting our hands dirty. I had travelled far and wide to seek out what God was up to and how to get involved. I’d been shaped, re shaped, broken and remade and I felt I was ready....hahahah, little did I know. In his wisdom I had more to learn and God gave a safer environment to do that in which was fun challenging growing and I believe fruitful.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So then came the time to do the talk, to get deep in. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Now <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">here I am, <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">use me.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Mould me shape me<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Let the things that break you, begin to break me<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And I’m right here and I’m ready so <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Now’s the time<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The battle fields open<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And this soldier...<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Is <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>ready (this is the end of a lill poetry I had written at the time)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m not sure where or when it happens, is it the point where dreams become reality, or when reality hits, or when the real shit hits the fan? I’m not sure but somewhere along the line the realness of lives, mess, pieces and hope become a job! I hate to say it but it does. The life I was so desperate to live has become ‘what I do’, I love it to be sure, but I have grown a little tired (already) I get sucked into so many situations that I just sometimes wanna just do something a little more normal (just fir a moment)</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ha its funny how you glamorise things, callings, visions. But today I was draw back to the heart of it. I have a pray wall up in my room. It kind makes me look a bit spiritual whenever someone sees it, but the reality is I just write thing on there as reminders that I then forget to pray about. At the top it says “my prayer is this....” at the bottom it says “it all begins in prayer” I walk past that wall so many times a day but don’t read either. Tonight i prayed, not long or intense but I started to feel the buzz, you know that sprit wind kinda thing that makes you sit up a little and concentrate a little more?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I love what I do, I really do, I just sometimes forget why I do it and how big it is. I forget that it really was God that led me to be here. My boss has been talking about us being ambassadors of Jesus lately in this role and just how important that is. I have been an ambassador for out4good, for nice guys, for getting things done, for giving people lifts for Frontier Youth Trust, and I pray for this god/guy called Jesus. But i think it’s time to shuffle that list around a bit.</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooB10qKlMrUw5exsuRdZTvzM161W_6xFAELy2451pk2chdl94CDEE4B-9oUCBxxiCJE8rcXNGI4aKSxk7-V9fldWcXL0BNqeOnkNnzXOTctCDnZ2ekRoQuz1lGINiFNAGfsmIZJWeEm5p/s1600/SDC12093.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587045554763526418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjooB10qKlMrUw5exsuRdZTvzM161W_6xFAELy2451pk2chdl94CDEE4B-9oUCBxxiCJE8rcXNGI4aKSxk7-V9fldWcXL0BNqeOnkNnzXOTctCDnZ2ekRoQuz1lGINiFNAGfsmIZJWeEm5p/s400/SDC12093.JPG" /></a><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Now it’s our time and it’s our turn</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To be the people he longs for us ta be</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To see the things he’s promised us, </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That will see</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">(Greater things than these)</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So what you waiting for?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Get out there<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And just simply <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">start <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">to be.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Time to do wot I talk about right??</span></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-87002845534197084442011-01-30T14:28:00.000-08:002011-01-30T17:29:44.453-08:00St Brendon<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileo6hnTAvJl3Nfuj5DaEcj6ArwCRb2iOOKVL69JemkDvu6OSPFt71UsMw393BXo7s_CY5QMbWL1BPsLIQ6lCI43rSTUdy9iZbVfM2BEt3JHWQC6FkO5WZzF4JcMdIXrQr9r-v5SwL7bTn/s1600/brendan%255B1%255D.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568110941841108082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEileo6hnTAvJl3Nfuj5DaEcj6ArwCRb2iOOKVL69JemkDvu6OSPFt71UsMw393BXo7s_CY5QMbWL1BPsLIQ6lCI43rSTUdy9iZbVfM2BEt3JHWQC6FkO5WZzF4JcMdIXrQr9r-v5SwL7bTn/s400/brendan%255B1%255D.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Today I sat in a ‘traditional 1980’s church, the type I grew up in. The type my Dad use to lead and the type Id fallen asleep in too many times. Yet this time it was different.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">It was all about supporting ‘the Abbyfield community project’ of which Richard Smith (of Colchester Boiler room community) is an employee. As I sat on the front row (yep the front row) the sight was strangely exciting. Behind the sea of gray hair, shocking electro piano backed with per-recorded electro drum lead worship, under the standard collage style hanging material, was something quite beautiful. 3 Church of England vicars, two Methodist ministers, one Baptist minister and a united reform fella (who didn’t quite make it) and our very own Richard Smith.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>All together to back a church planting, community building, relationship growing thing. It was beautiful. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">Yeah I could tear into the meeting layout, the stand up sit down, Yes and amen sandwich. We could laugh at the oldest of old skool songs or threat about the lack of anyone under 55. But the fact remains 6 churches, in the same building supporting the greater good and loving Jesus. Simple, and beautiful</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">After a mammoth week of a lot of hours, confusion and disappointment. The realisation of not knowing much and not having anyone to talk about it with, tonight I heard a prayer.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">This is the prayer or St Brendon the 2<sup>nd</sup> most famous Irish Saint (apparently) He was famous for setting out a boat to sea, not knowing where he would land but trusting that God had it all in his hands. This will be the prayer for the next ........I’m not sure how long.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15.6pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Shall I abandon, O King of mysteries, the soft comforts of home? Shall I turn my back on my native land, and turn my face towards the sea?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15.6pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Shall I put myself wholly at your mercy, without silver, without a horse, without fame, without honour? Shall I throw myself wholly upon You, without sword and shield, without food and drink, without a bed to lie on? Shall I say farewell to my beautiful land, placing myself under Your yoke?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15.6pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Shall I pour out my heart to You, confessing my manifold sins and begging forgiveness, tears streaming down my cheeks? Shall I leave the prints of my knees on the sandy beach, a record of my final prayer in my native land?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15.6pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Shall I then suffer every kind of wound that the sea can inflict? Shall I take my tiny boat across the wide sparkling ocean? O King of the Glorious Heaven, shall I go of my own choice upon the sea?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15.6pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O Christ, will You help me on the wild waves?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: 15.6pt"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">St Brendon<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-17194976660268451752011-01-29T14:43:00.000-08:002011-01-29T14:45:06.975-08:00I just.....<div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I just, .....I just, ..... can’t explain</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My current mental state I’m starting to find hard to maintain</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My main aim</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My main game</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My same way</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Are falling</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And I feel like I’m losin it</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Look</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m just trying</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With all I am - to be good</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To, do that thing I’m sure I’m sure I thought I should</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To do right, to be nice, to live life</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And be a really good guy</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To keep my head high</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To seek to know why</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To speak truth and not lie</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But to lie</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Myself down</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For the sake of my brother</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And if the opportunity arises maybe even my enemy</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But its killing me</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ok, so I exaggerate</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But also to I exacerbate <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliBRlZuPqVIsNXho_v08EiRSPQnX0rO69ZHk7fDjyJyFGe5-_EvgV7bwoTlbz26nLfUyQ_iPpFTg5UJbHYlKTAgpUk-_RFLiryURuUbodXjD34kpxtHkL42a1PJBdmUMxKf_Xb_cwxIXK/s1600/463397023NqHqqE_fs%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 365px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567742513470243186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliBRlZuPqVIsNXho_v08EiRSPQnX0rO69ZHk7fDjyJyFGe5-_EvgV7bwoTlbz26nLfUyQ_iPpFTg5UJbHYlKTAgpUk-_RFLiryURuUbodXjD34kpxtHkL42a1PJBdmUMxKf_Xb_cwxIXK/s400/463397023NqHqqE_fs%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As I dig deeper in the this pit of shit I uncovered</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And fell in</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And now I stink</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I feel, I feel, I</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Na, that’s not right for me to right</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz that would require me to actually feel something</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet at this moment I feel nothing</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And I’m left to ask.....</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“why do the good die young?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Why do dickheads have all the fun?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Why is when there’s work to do there’s no one</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet if they want something, there’s, everyone</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And while I’m asking</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Why to beautiful girls date idiot horrible guys just coz they look a bit kool?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And why did I fail at school?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And why, did I never listen </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">to the advice of those beside that left me behind to clime high?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Matter of fact – why do i even try?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Like I said</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I was honestly just simply trying to do good</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Make a choice that might someday result in some next guy having a slightly better life</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And maybe – one day someone, might just remember me</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For one tiny good deed?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But right now it’s hard to see if even one of these steps might be right</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m so deep in this hole I cant barely see light</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So why fight?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then someone hands me a letter</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It says</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Dear you (me)</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I am them, him her, everybody, every conversation you didn’t here and every situation you didn’t see</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I just want you to know while you’re stuck in the whole - <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">you gave me a foot up</i> so I could roll</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And, you didn’t fail school</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You might not have the grade </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but you stood tall and brave and </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Learned from mistakes </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And moved on</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That time you said “you should listen to this song?”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Well - that helped</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That time you lent me £2.40, to me that was big, it was sharing wealth</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I see its hard where your living</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Knowing somehow your trying but just not fitting</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But when I was that guy I want you to know, you helped me <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">and gave me a hand<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Writing to me, helped keep me sane</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Visiting me, blew my brain</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Those kind words didn’t go unheard</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They helped me play the game</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">look</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I know the roads tuff</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Like you say</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Son, keep ya head up</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Even though you can’t see</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>keep climbing and think of me</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">be sure - You’re doing enuff!</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Matter of fact a little too much</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Learn from your mistakes, don’t let them<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>define you</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Don’t worry about what people think and looking kool</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Do</b> what <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">YOU </b>do.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It doesn’t go unnoticed</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Don’t! Throw this</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Roll with this</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Go with this</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Work on this</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When it gets hard don’t quit</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Pray hard and learn from it</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So next time you don’t make the same mistake with it</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Trust me</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You got this</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But that thing you said - about the girls and the idiot guys........yeah, I know what you’re saying, I cant answer it?????</span></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-63756925493889379842011-01-19T10:54:00.001-08:002011-01-19T10:56:16.997-08:00Redemption<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><b><span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-: 'Times New Roman'font-size:12;" >Re·demp·tion</span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"> <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><i><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">n.</span></i><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnaZ8sMLzmXYqtzEphqJd5twjrqiwl4Nc01oB4gNzZXEVnCA8F5wGSAF1BYrNRY1IG4PMQPYXf40wqzcE3rgSHbWczkdMYQj2Qf-XsJBhlkJQhUXLLkBNT6Oz_tj-GBnzgSk_YIODSv3s/s1600/imagesCAOLVD3I.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563972534225919970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbnaZ8sMLzmXYqtzEphqJd5twjrqiwl4Nc01oB4gNzZXEVnCA8F5wGSAF1BYrNRY1IG4PMQPYXf40wqzcE3rgSHbWczkdMYQj2Qf-XsJBhlkJQhUXLLkBNT6Oz_tj-GBnzgSk_YIODSv3s/s400/imagesCAOLVD3I.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">1. </span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">The act of redeeming or the condition of having been redeemed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">2. </span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">Recovery of something pawned or mortgaged.</span></span></span></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">3. </span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">The payment of an obligation, as a government's payment of the value of its bonds.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">4. </span></b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">Deliverance upon payment of ransom; rescue.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><b><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">5. </span></b><i><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB">Christianity</span></i><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB"> Salvation from sin through Jesus's sacrifice.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">As we sit in the visiting room after an hour or so of catching up, I look over to the window. The skyline provides that amazing winter sunset, the type when whole sky for as wide as your eyes stretched out is a mash up of pinkie orangie blue colours. Highlighting the putting an end to the light, and signalling a changes. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">It’s only been 3 months and there’s only one to go, yet 4 weeks inside can seem like a life time on the out. Yet what these four walls can provide is something the world often miss’s. Time! To reflect, read, indulge your mind (for better or worse)</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">The true tails of Nicky Cruz, tony Anthony and such have obviously had an impact.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">It’s hard to say when we first met, I remember sitting outside a prayer house in Essex a little to bemused to go in, yet as we sat outside with hot chocolate and his screwed up brow told of how much he was thinking about it all, I remember the hours of prayer and walking in circles around his house, I remember tea and problems shared at home, I remember bars slew in the garage. Scrapping smoking and messy stuff lead here, yet hope is what we leave with today.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;">That opportunity is for everybody, that time is a great healer and that redemption is there for the taking. If you want it bad enough and if your man enough to submit to it.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">But my hand was made strong<br />By the hands of the almighty<br />We forward in this generation<br />Triumphantly<br /><br />Won't you help to sing<br />These songs of freedom<br />'cause they all I ever had<br />Redemption songs, redemption songs<span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">Bob Marley</b><o:p></o:p></span></span></i></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></i></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-51373896056684989722011-01-16T12:23:00.000-08:002011-01-16T12:50:16.434-08:00the music man<div><div><div><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He gives out a shout ,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To all those that’s out </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To friends, neighbours, and family ties</span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Its been a little while since we all dun sat together</span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Traded music stories and laughed together</span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The old man stands in the room, in the middle</span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Frayed sting for a belt tied around his middle</span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He shoes done walked for a fair few years</span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And his old flat cap mopped up a fair few tears</span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Till all of them came over</span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Rakia poured out till they just pass sober</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">All the kids run round man and cant sit down</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Cuz they just spread the word round town</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Come to ours its the one by the factory that’s falling down</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The music mans back and he’s learned a few new sounds</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He brought back a pal and they made a band</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Hes got</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">old skool rugged working hands</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That shook hands with plenty good and a few bad man</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">sat an sieved a while through times old sands</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet hear he stands</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Hold up his hands</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ushers a lill quite from the folk around</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then warms up his tired old trumpet hands</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Prepares to play a riff on the trumpet </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">it’s the music man</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And its the trumpet passed down from man to man,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He picked up from his very own old man</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The one who’s picture hangs on the wall right now </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And resides over all that goes down</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And in the room right now, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Not but a few bits a change to rub together between all the fam</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But none of that matters coz up he stands</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And calls for quiet</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Its been a long time since we last sat down, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Since I walked the streets of our fair village and round</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">since then I sat in a fair few seats</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And these two old ears picked up on plenty beats</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And these old shoes have seen 1000’s a streets</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I sat </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In the back</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Of a flat back truck</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With my trumpet wedged between two pigs and a duck</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Crossed 18 borders and never got stuck</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Trains and boats and hitch hiked much </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Dubrovnik ta Prague to the red light Amsterdam</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4YqbOjfulxxY_61pVXDAJOFCychC4w0E_QZiIfccYls_NVS_BtG1TP2OHrlQMOwfi8oMr1HF5A78WBcL18ce71w5iIClqiOgM6ldJJgTWCL-pFVzvn1X_u6l6lDXnpRSYha3hH9Yedta/s1600/2101079179_bdb5fdc19b%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562884277912862578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit4YqbOjfulxxY_61pVXDAJOFCychC4w0E_QZiIfccYls_NVS_BtG1TP2OHrlQMOwfi8oMr1HF5A78WBcL18ce71w5iIClqiOgM6ldJJgTWCL-pFVzvn1X_u6l6lDXnpRSYha3hH9Yedta/s400/2101079179_bdb5fdc19b%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a>To the city of seven hill I came rolling down</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Stepped in the Vatican city and they kicked me out coz the sound of my trumpet was well to loud</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I blew tunes at the royal opera house, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You know that road out the back where they all catch the cabs</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Jus me my trumpet and some change sat in the bottom of my old flat cap.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">From the east where we all sit now</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To the west, where they can’t sit down </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">just to listen to a music man</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I would stand on the corner trumpet in hand</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And play a grove so deep it would knock you down</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Most couldn’t stop so they just keep walking,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Walking and talking</span></p><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Talking and talking bout business meetings</span><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">and business seating, and business evenings</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">and they were so busy they couldn’t meet the next big meeting</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">on occasion </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">someone would stop,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">not a lot</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but someone would stop</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">forget about all they stuff and just watch</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">as a I clinched my trumpet that was way too warn out</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">to the tune of time </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">man I blazed it out<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2k5lnPj0O85sadjhX2bwyEJ29sxe4F_K6G2xEIO6YHuy9-rRrmstMW8v29PZ2tPnTT11zjW1qKXywhvUmkWRN092OmisGrKNXfxxwEDWpFuG8wfgkeomLZUi7o9kfUVJm1PkcJGRj-UT/s1600/4104002888_8d1e3acf45%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562887143804501890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2k5lnPj0O85sadjhX2bwyEJ29sxe4F_K6G2xEIO6YHuy9-rRrmstMW8v29PZ2tPnTT11zjW1qKXywhvUmkWRN092OmisGrKNXfxxwEDWpFuG8wfgkeomLZUi7o9kfUVJm1PkcJGRj-UT/s400/4104002888_8d1e3acf45%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Playing the tunes that we would all dance to</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The time honoured rhythms that our parents moved to</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The sound of a world so far away</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The language was hard but we had much to say</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I couldn’t say</span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So I just let the trumpet play</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">it spoke of peace, and freedom</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His business suite told of freedom long gone</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His briefcase said Ill do whatever it takes</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And his wallet says I carefully calculate</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Every move I make</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And even thought he was late </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He slowly said I work a job I hate, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And this business man he said I’ve made too many mistakes</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But trumpet kept on playing a sound</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That said you can still be that man,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And that dream you once had but put away for the plans </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Well my man maybe now’s the time</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">All of a sudden there back in that same old room</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">6 x 8 doorstep covers in shoes</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Nobody can move</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Too many bodies to move</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They all stare at the music man they eyes glued</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As he reached down to his warn out black bag</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A boy shout </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">"Is that it?”, but he just laugh’s</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In flash man just pulls it out</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That beaten broken warn out trumpet</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">One that’s seen forever and came back just to re work it</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Next to him, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">his friend he met in the west</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But this time he’s not wearing his business best</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Torn jeans and a shirt open over a vest</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And those shoulders that held up a world of stress</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Now hold the frame of a man that’s blessed</p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing">Out the bag he picks up an 18 year old clarinet</p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing">And the pair prepare for the world’s greatest duet</p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing">Their eyes catch for moment how could they forget </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing">transported to the corner on which they first met</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A pavement that so many miles from here</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Business man’s eyes fill with a heartfelt tear</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Thing, they aren’t the same round here<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4SP82LjslIKfWmX1oMBBxGOxTIzLDGb_SwKJy6w4QEDJI9NYJmIOVHHz7wOaj76ee7fKIBK5Ux-yvuF6HMBYM3_t8-ELOZNQWNadq1oNNiIr-iONv_v8bcRDMuwu8k5V-62rfaH9paJU/s1600/Yesterday%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 259px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562885108396189026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX4SP82LjslIKfWmX1oMBBxGOxTIzLDGb_SwKJy6w4QEDJI9NYJmIOVHHz7wOaj76ee7fKIBK5Ux-yvuF6HMBYM3_t8-ELOZNQWNadq1oNNiIr-iONv_v8bcRDMuwu8k5V-62rfaH9paJU/s400/Yesterday%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet people smile as the sun goes down round here</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The room erupts in anticipation clear</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And music man says.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ok </span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Listen here.............</span></p></div></div></div></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-41867024388344926202010-11-22T14:49:00.000-08:002010-11-22T14:53:29.970-08:00can you help?<div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His face?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My eyes found hard to recognize at first</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Although we’d spoken often.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’d been a while since I caught his gaze</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Felt like I’d been trying often</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But, I got caught up</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He looked solitary, in the distance</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I thought maybe He spoke so I tried hard to listen</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But the words were missin</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He just gave that same old same old </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Tip back ‘e the head</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He wanted me to follow, but no words were said</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">We paced the darkest landscape as yet unknown to me</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And then he stopped</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And dropped</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Down to the floor, moving much quicker than before he fell some distance</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He threw his hands into the mixture</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Mess, ash, dust and sand</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And there he sat, for time</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet time stood by</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Perfectly – still</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With an age he rose, tall as a skyscraper cutting the horizon in two</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then he reached down and opened his hands and whispered</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“hold out ya hands, don’t back out now”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“I can’t there too small they can’t hold nothing at all, that’s <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4n2RJTOtVzfnURE-cgib-FEaDDiG9A9PVaEUGy7USCTX7YwR2sT0AjYll_u82MC3H8zEPIQTN9ud909nfi255sEdHNBt_goyYe-b1uregTUDBjURnC6mNX1sUg1ZjlRHBICVkaN0NN2d/s1600/IMG_1839new%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542510835182737474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs4n2RJTOtVzfnURE-cgib-FEaDDiG9A9PVaEUGy7USCTX7YwR2sT0AjYll_u82MC3H8zEPIQTN9ud909nfi255sEdHNBt_goyYe-b1uregTUDBjURnC6mNX1sUg1ZjlRHBICVkaN0NN2d/s400/IMG_1839new%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a>all gonna fall....”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Shhhhhhhhhh.....” his words echoed like scriptures, spoken not yet </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“You have wot you need</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You got it from me</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And the cost I paid myself too</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So please</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Take these pieces from me</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And help me put them back together.........”</span></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-59662377013773152902010-11-15T15:14:00.001-08:002010-11-15T15:17:52.088-08:00The training ground<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLG4UoJBrgYiooaqhF8DmJpP5-sz5T_FzeLxtcgZD5lt5ECtmAR-dwHwMYnxqKZseEIeC3CNAuM3KTWYuUxeDvLke9hAYdANWvSPovftLP2-ILsRYDiFPxCri-xvkC3YJTtCL8QbF2zOe/s1600/glass_half_full.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539919533564200914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLG4UoJBrgYiooaqhF8DmJpP5-sz5T_FzeLxtcgZD5lt5ECtmAR-dwHwMYnxqKZseEIeC3CNAuM3KTWYuUxeDvLke9hAYdANWvSPovftLP2-ILsRYDiFPxCri-xvkC3YJTtCL8QbF2zOe/s400/glass_half_full.jpg" /></a><br /><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Days, weeks months. We spent sitting, listening, praying. At times it was dull to be honest. At times it didn’t make sense, at times we were board. Wanting desperately to be out in the world making disciples but being seemingly ... waiting....learning.....</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Dreams were shared, hearts were stirred. We desired, we hungered, and we yearned for the opportunities. My heart ,at times was <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">desperate</b> for those around.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Encouraged by the glimmers, those tinny glimpses’ of hope, of change, of Jesus.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For a couple of years I lived in the safety of community, reaching out from safety. I loved it, it was great, I found faith, I found friends, I found...... <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Home</i></b>. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Jesus said”go.... leave your friends and family and go....”<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">“You say you wanna serve? You say you wanna help me? Ok follow me”......</i> Seems simple right?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><strong>Switch</strong></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I sit around a table, of lives so far for my understanding of life that it’s hard to see any amount of impact this little life could have. In my diary I have a list of 5 times the number in front of us again, all in that same desperate place.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So now what?<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I sat and learned at the feet of the greatest of all teachers. It’s hard to remember all of it but slowly, it seems that it was time spent well. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">After an initial introduction of overwhelming proportions. <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Now is the time</i></b>. This is what you’ve been preparing for.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So give me those rhythms, book me into those prayer slots, refresh my understating of truth. Let me recall those war cries of <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">prayer mission and justice</i></b>, remind me of all those times I said “out there is where we need to be” Coz out here, it seems a lot harder than I thought it might, Yet, all things considered, although I have no idea wot I’m doing. For some reason, it still seems right.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span> </p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-55977921878782412302010-10-23T15:13:00.000-07:002010-10-23T15:35:45.405-07:00Desperation Vs Hope<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>As the night began to close in, having just had to be wrenched apart from an integral member of our team. We entered the landscape once more. Blendi expertly negotiated the ‘Rruga e Keq’ perfectly and we arrived ‘home’ It was the same, but different. It’s been a year since I had been here and that year had been kind, each day revealed a new development, a new building or a new restaurant that has been filled. Kosova is still <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlYXbRcsjbn2EzWXLmr1IacWLXQg_-lwdAgi1ICFPrauXokVHp4z-kG747enR4QF9_fj8awKoYHI1GqaJ7ZUQNgio6WuUczZtGucUtR1Taa37PsJCqAhFl-zgbi0EgBHkH8o6u8RMm_Tw/s1600/67555_10150283532430103_670275102_15541192_6896162_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 311px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531373554199491090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRlYXbRcsjbn2EzWXLmr1IacWLXQg_-lwdAgi1ICFPrauXokVHp4z-kG747enR4QF9_fj8awKoYHI1GqaJ7ZUQNgio6WuUczZtGucUtR1Taa37PsJCqAhFl-zgbi0EgBHkH8o6u8RMm_Tw/s400/67555_10150283532430103_670275102_15541192_6896162_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>defiantly on the up. Having been well fed with the food I had become familiar with, we took the long walk to church (down the stairs) It’s amazing the difference. Some old friends but also some of the empty seats reveal the harsh reality of what it takes to follow Jesus into the unknown. Some have faded, some have work, some have slept in. Yet there was the ever present sense of resilience, thanks giving and hope. We sang, we didn’t know the words, we heard people calling out their prayer, we didn’t understand but we knew who the called to, who they sang to, so as in those ancient days. ‘the believers were in of one heart and mind’ We talked about, family, Love and home. We were blown away by a testimony of prayer in action by one Mr C, Fitzpatrick.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuVyRfNam02WVLGWfQhxO2CRys04Rx8mkbsu6n8b3duhRoEBmJ8Gp70aX5FWqRf6M6HKU0kvAeDGIrz6oSXM2ZXK17DxdCFCGA389xWkEtGgjct5-2NJQIz9jiY9KvSV0wWwlvSWajkPV/s1600/40880_10150283532555103_670275102_15541201_8013258_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531373547531869538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuVyRfNam02WVLGWfQhxO2CRys04Rx8mkbsu6n8b3duhRoEBmJ8Gp70aX5FWqRf6M6HKU0kvAeDGIrz6oSXM2ZXK17DxdCFCGA389xWkEtGgjct5-2NJQIz9jiY9KvSV0wWwlvSWajkPV/s400/40880_10150283532555103_670275102_15541201_8013258_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br />The rest of the trip lead us a little deeper, a trip to Colonia , distributing food to poor (poor and poorer) families, meeting people in desperation. I always struggle with the concept of ‘mission tourism’ you know just looking at poverty, just observing rather than reaching in to try and help people out of it? I don’t know, its still a massively humbling privilege to be in such an environment, to see the resilience that a life of struggle gives, and to see the solid trust in God. Silver and gold we don’t have but what we have...........</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Let me paint you a picture that sums up the trip. </div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />So we cross the newly refurbished border from kovova to Albania, passed the immediately intrusive military pillboxes that abruptly interrupt the beautiful landscape. We take the single lane road over the wooden bridge (that’s is amazingly still there) over the electric blue mountain river and on, on into the bare face harshness of northern Albanians’ bandit country Barum Curri!!!! This is Albania! </div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />You can’t help but get a feeling of hardness, a hardness of the country, a hardness in the eyes of the people and the hardness of the reality of life in such a bleak place. We head to a typical post communistic looking apartment block we head up the concert stairs being careful not to fall out of the gaping holes where the windows once sat. The battering rain presents the backdrop of a situation that is as pressing as the weather. We sat in a room of a family of typical standard with a girl who is anything but typical. Martina, works with a charity for the disabled, is involved in leadership at the church, and is in the process of applying to Oxford university in the UK! But believe it or not these things are not what struck me most. As we sat and heard her story I innocently asked what the main challenges that faced the church in Barum Curri, expecting to hear of difficult people, lack of finance, poverty and complaints. But this was the surprising response that stopped me in my track</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />“with God there are no problems, with him we know that anything we face will we will be able to overcome” </div><br /><br /><br /><div>Oh, </div><br /><br /><br /><div>I didn’t know what to say, even in our comparative luxury in the UK we can always find reason or grounds to discuss hardship or problem, yet here, not so many miles, but in comparative terms a gazillion miles away from all we know we here a story of such faith such belief that literally stops us in our tracks.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPnYqBjcj51z3Ihjju_Nxkn_Ujxw_lbEwVueJfHhWNAZqxDfxpGGR6iIBdd3CgP4-HB2ky3FYb-KaZcsAcLQ5gDn4QudTsXGb3DK6S_DPssJhn_j17mFW5AJWP45EhXi9zQvXPZBiC79q/s1600/36142_10150283534465103_670275102_15541327_4565274_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531373208259479826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuPnYqBjcj51z3Ihjju_Nxkn_Ujxw_lbEwVueJfHhWNAZqxDfxpGGR6iIBdd3CgP4-HB2ky3FYb-KaZcsAcLQ5gDn4QudTsXGb3DK6S_DPssJhn_j17mFW5AJWP45EhXi9zQvXPZBiC79q/s400/36142_10150283534465103_670275102_15541327_4565274_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>I think This time was about family, friends and future. We had a great time with friends, we felt like family together with us, together with our friends and brothers and sisters. And we dreamed of the future, a future that would see people being helped to help themselves. With a few idea in tow we too began to have a hope, that there is a way.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />I left Kosova this time feeling sooooo different than a year ago. I was a little less emotional but no less attached. I think even more inspired (if that’s possible) by the creative ways that victory church continue to reach into the dark with a massive flaming torch to lead people out. I was deeply moved by the routine that remains, prayer day (yes!!!), bible study, children’s meetings, aid relief distribution, church meeting, guitar lessons, driving lessons, looking after the tourists (ha), and still finding time to have fun and enjoy God and relationships.<br /></div><br /><br /><div>Keep Kosova in your prayers. Unity in Gjkavoa, continuation in the incredible work that goes on! The church in Barum Curri that will really need more constant support i think, Chris and Loraine who are moving from England to develop a drug and alcohol awareness/education program around Kosova.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><br />Oh and one Mr C Fitzpatrick who had, quote “the best time of my life” wot more can I say</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMLzOcn2gq4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aMLzOcn2gq4</a></div></div></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-58532400129800092382010-10-03T10:56:00.000-07:002010-10-03T11:04:53.386-07:00Apathy<div>Someone asked me wot it is thats drivin me?<br />Asked about the passion that keeps pushing me<br />Above all else and any other part of me<br />Above all I think I’d like to think and see<br />The biggest drive that sits inside of me sometimes is simply<br /><strong><em>Apathy<br /></em></strong>The lack of drive to see beyond of me<br />Beyond wot lays in front of me<br />Beyond the notion that’s there more to see then the just wot lays in front of me<br />Yet I posses a very unhelpful reality<br />Of an inherent ability<br />to simply<br />Switch off <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKXrXDDW-GWL5_9_LnB3tC0235amBlXl2H9AThrFNOAuDM-Txw9w4znSs4fOL_y5Qsz35_fdYSOIxRtlWdzIbfEm2b6YNA8uv4ej4M9a1uCP7155LAZNrz_DbgEZ2Dm1Uno59lZU_aeh2/s1600/skeleton3%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 361px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523882018773800962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuKXrXDDW-GWL5_9_LnB3tC0235amBlXl2H9AThrFNOAuDM-Txw9w4znSs4fOL_y5Qsz35_fdYSOIxRtlWdzIbfEm2b6YNA8uv4ej4M9a1uCP7155LAZNrz_DbgEZ2Dm1Uno59lZU_aeh2/s400/skeleton3%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Before it all gets too much<br /><br />And Sure,<br />the worlds ruff<br />And we face the daily enormities and faceless non-conformities of the way we think it ought to be<br />And distant lands suffer at the hands of injustice and in equality<br />Dyeing of diseases that rarely bother me<br />And although they sometimes catch up and tug on a certain part of me<br />Still that ever present reality of wot is directly in front of me<br />Slowy eats away at me<br />And wot I physically have to see<br />And so<br />I switch off<br /><br />And watch<br />A little more MTV<br /><br />And feel a little better<br />About the world<br /><br />And unplug form sociology<br />And recharge and indulge my own deepest darkest sense of <strong><em>apathy<br /></em></strong>And the fact that a world doesn’t exists out there unless I can see it right in front of me<br />So instead I watch re runs of sitcoms and feel Safe in my existence<br />As long as I don’t give in, and let the desire to think, kick in?</div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-70374839989611200482010-09-18T12:30:00.000-07:002010-09-18T12:35:16.574-07:00my man continued<div>I saw my man in the light a day today<br />Mate, wot can I say </div><div><br />From what I saw I’m sure I’m sure he looked a little different from before<br />He’d lost the hood.<br />He’s really trying hard to be good<br />He’s out trying the straight road (with a few minor detours) but its a long road. </div><div><br />And this time round coz I could see his face he didn’t look so mean in fact<br /></div><div> </div><div>He even smiled for me<br />And I’m sure a saw a little twinkle<br />In his eye </div><div><br />He looks happy, he’s doing fine<br />So I can tick him off my list............<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPQzqAesKXTth_Abx009oC7d-Mn72eXptu5LBe34e3JRzSY3Z1BfdIsT4sN6CbarCOowWmR2W1cvrHl9VN0aoUlMExxD1eszwn-XvN2O7Zl-XFSXfYiISujWibDbLNPg7OasXkWD4Ya6_/s1600/Prison%2520Ministry%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518339139482673618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPPQzqAesKXTth_Abx009oC7d-Mn72eXptu5LBe34e3JRzSY3Z1BfdIsT4sN6CbarCOowWmR2W1cvrHl9VN0aoUlMExxD1eszwn-XvN2O7Zl-XFSXfYiISujWibDbLNPg7OasXkWD4Ya6_/s400/Prison%2520Ministry%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>I got a call this morning<br />My mans been taken in again<br />I’m not sure I’ll see him for a while<br />That corners gonna be quiet for now........<br /><br />Wot next???????............</div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-90976462376323730722010-09-13T14:42:00.000-07:002010-09-13T15:01:44.496-07:00Let's Eat!!!About 3 years ago (maybe even more) I walked into a house that called itself ‘a boiler room’ I didn’t really have any idea what that meant other than they prayed. But that wasn’t the draw. They also had free food!!!!!! Yeah bwoy!!!!!<br /><br />Thus my inauguration into something that has become an integral part of my life. Community meals, house meals, community dinner, eating together, sharing hospitality. I guess you could say I have been around this since young. I remember my parent once making a new year’s resolution to invite someone from the church (someone they didn’t know so well) every month for an entire year. I think they did it.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBjvpRXH392_O-QdXX_3oakOmrjkA0Ip9jJEVr54GUpVHxbVUlrye15WGYK307LiohuCYfDj7Xk4JegdK59mOxA1silD4SHFzOhnvjhYzA9Xr0JFKK_1ydUOxgqR2d3oAZpGph3EH02Olv/s1600/SDC13200.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516521099383072322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBjvpRXH392_O-QdXX_3oakOmrjkA0Ip9jJEVr54GUpVHxbVUlrye15WGYK307LiohuCYfDj7Xk4JegdK59mOxA1silD4SHFzOhnvjhYzA9Xr0JFKK_1ydUOxgqR2d3oAZpGph3EH02Olv/s400/SDC13200.JPG" /></a>From those humble beginnings I have shared food, and faith over many a dinner table. From David and Peters collection of organic Christians in Seattle, to the historic site of Herhut Germany with an American worship leader, echo’s of Suzanna’s “You want to do community? Well start by getting a bigger table” echoed in my ears at the ‘scum of the earth’ community meal or in Kosova sharing a simple meal that had taken 4/5 hours to prepare with my friend Erfon (Fonni) with whom I could exchange very little in the way of spoken conversation.<br /><br />All these experiences have been rich, even this weekend I have enjoyed sharing community dinner with my new family in Colchester. However today’s outing was different. As I sat around the table with 4 guys, 4 guys that have had it ruff, that the world has given up on and would prefer if they were locked up for good, I couldn’t help but feel like they all deserved the best dinner ever. As we shared our ‘best’s’ and ‘worst’s’ of the week. I began to wonder if a simple community meal, as in Jesus’ time, really did communicate something of the Good news of Jesus.<br /><br />Monday night = community meal night, long may they continue. Long may the gospel of peace grace and forgiveness flow through them. Amen<br /><br /><br />Just for a little nostalgia<br /><a href="http://squeezeitlikealemon.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-get-bigger-table.html">http://squeezeitlikealemon.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-get-bigger-table.html</a>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-37386699171523885062010-09-12T13:04:00.000-07:002010-09-12T13:10:47.217-07:00Breakfast revelation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LZESUB5CVsgtArJOAFh376Q3jja9sdMXXDXWbrAD3ylr0_DY-CUahlaYu03ZM9Rt_73VRve2LlPTfIY2TBORnQnFaD8SlQkxTDSmcwvU6z_r2khmpO01YloAhDDWGaDGUozRnyB95NM2/s1600/english-breakfast-blackpudding.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 338px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516121656493574002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1LZESUB5CVsgtArJOAFh376Q3jja9sdMXXDXWbrAD3ylr0_DY-CUahlaYu03ZM9Rt_73VRve2LlPTfIY2TBORnQnFaD8SlQkxTDSmcwvU6z_r2khmpO01YloAhDDWGaDGUozRnyB95NM2/s400/english-breakfast-blackpudding.jpg" /></a> So one week down. First week Left to our own way of thinking and working and dealing and meeting and... Well you get the picture.<br />Its tuff it’s challenging, it’s hard, the tails are brutal at times, heart warming on occasions but heart breaking mostly. I have also embarked on a mission to find the best breakfast on Colchester. If you would like to join me in my quest please feel free to contact me.<br /><br /><div>Today we sat in the prayer room before boiler room lunch and this guy asked me “what are you thankful for” the first response was easy “Jesus” I guess in a prayer room that’s often the first thing that springs to mind. The next was Tina, but I didn’t feel like it was the right time and place to share that story with my new finely (again) So I thought for a while and I said “to be able to do something” You know it’s such a privilege to be able to do something for the Boss.<br />Yeah I don’t really know what I’m doing, most of the time the stories seem too much, the offer of a cup of tea seems all too small. But what a privilege to be in a place to do something, something that God has been preparing you for.</div><br /><div><br />I sat with my pal Jonsie for breakfast at the weekend and as we chatted about the coming year and the possibilities and we had to laugh. We had to laugh remembering that at that very moment 2 years previous we had just embarked on an adventure that would though us into God and out into the world. To be honest if we had talked about the things we casually chatted about over breakfast then (two years ago) it would have been ridiculous. But now having trusted even not knowing how what or even why. I felt SOOO privileged to not just look back, but to look forward too.<br /></div><br /><div>I just read this last week<br /><br />Romans 4-5 (the message) But if you see that the job is too big for you, that it's something only God can do, and you trust him to do it—you could never do it for yourself no matter how hard and long you worked—well, that trusting-him-to-do-it is what gets you set right with God, by God. Sheer gift.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So better get trusting some more ay?</div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-89170786130069137162010-09-03T15:41:00.001-07:002010-09-03T15:45:46.598-07:00Thank you to everyone that has asked.<div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Just so you know!</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Colchester is really good thanks. I arrived at the Colchester Boiler Room on Tuesday evening with a wealth of memories and good times in tow. Greeted by the delightful Smiths I received a larger bedroom that I have ever had before in life (I think if i hide in the corner I won’t have to move out ever)</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I have started work with Out4good and really jus been shadowing this amazing guy Pete. It’s been great to see how he deal with the guys involved the organization and the networks involved. As we drove I was inspired by his story of life and faith and deeply challenged. Do we Do enuff with what we have???? A question for another day.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">We have spent a great few nights with the smiths, and a few boiler room folks eating and sharing a little life together. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Next week see the first ‘Propa’ week of work as Pete is away and we will be fending for ourselves!!!!!! </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Normal stuff, but its about to get interesting.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Thanks Colchester.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><br /><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibrifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" ><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="font-size:100%;">On another Note, everyone has asked about my new and beautiful Fiancé. Its great to talk about her and our future BUT hard to be apart. (we are hoping and praying we can see each other at Christmas)</span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512821878375774034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNLsw8g6GeKvKzVe1NL6kJ04PYCpoDh9guQt0YOAd66-GCabNF7ZRQHzE0_wWST6CRtXz8r-MSES3G0Dl1JYDEwF0qbIOWi64uSbe07Jk-FGufhOru2VDXW7yEI1bJ9Vmbz-t4wz29il8N/s400/47673_802662915229_30821658_42994588_8129208_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></span></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-fareast-: EN-GBfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-75745841785451880802010-09-03T15:32:00.000-07:002010-09-03T15:33:31.897-07:00Get involved<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Today I sat round a table with a Muslim Imam and head of ‘multi faith needs’ a church of England Female <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>prison Chaplin, a prisoner and some social workers. All trying to work together for the benifit of a young life.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> Interesting day at the office</span></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-53092545566792274642010-08-31T15:52:00.000-07:002010-08-31T16:05:32.249-07:00JUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<div><div><div><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Wow. Time fly’s. Not but 2 years ago I was just about to leave a job and jump into the unknown!!!! What a jump it was, from Grays to Orsett to Stanford and into transit. From Transit to Kosova, to Turkey to Uk and back to Kosova, across Europe into a more scary adventure. Then the biggest and best of all to America.</span><br /></div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZAXYOcTg09I-vXaiepn5FV2-W24_IDwPJb1LsqvvYy215mP9xO_ACbCprCkIrjVQlMiQBkhBpk8e7xjWV9MjnyiWRCWMMN_WrPCU_2HG4b-2fjdRfCgXyYjhNx2Hyfw9SN8MIcySPuo0/s1600/45589_802651752599_30821658_42993954_7851696_n%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511711893716168386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZAXYOcTg09I-vXaiepn5FV2-W24_IDwPJb1LsqvvYy215mP9xO_ACbCprCkIrjVQlMiQBkhBpk8e7xjWV9MjnyiWRCWMMN_WrPCU_2HG4b-2fjdRfCgXyYjhNx2Hyfw9SN8MIcySPuo0/s400/45589_802651752599_30821658_42993954_7851696_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>Ever stand and take in a landscape? I took a trip through the cascade mountains 2 weeks ago with my beautiful Fiancé Tina. We<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>were able to see some amazing views. Today as I sat and prayed in the park it was like God showed me the landscape of life. Massive stretching mountains, hills deep deep valley’s, streams lakes rives and seas. Then my feet. It like he was saying “just check out the beauty of it all!!!!, I hold all this together, but look! (As the camera sweeps across the vast expansive view right down to the floor in front) <strong>I gave you 2 feet</strong> to walk it. Sometimes you’ll be up there, others....down there. But through it all I take as much care of you as I did putting it all together in the first place.</span><br /></p><div><br /> </div><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Today I took another leep. From all I know, all the friends I’ve made over the biggest part of life, from the foundations that have been built and from all the things that I have known to be home. To the next step. Out into the wild...... well into Colchester at least. Into a new community, a new family (not naturally) and a new job/focus. I get scared quit easy but at this point I feel like Im well in the right place. And if the journey has taught me anything so far it that he is right there with you all the way. </span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511712989717844706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94iwX-orRZfEID-xKARgQa1x2Hrf-SF3FtY9k5R8v9uqsMvJS5qKzK56uMy8iDsXlyGlJLVivCmV7QQr2qgdwtzlhirodq_HFRUsPQOdFGPEwNjOamjyNvC0Mz_xun2uFq9vTT2is4Cvx/s400/47543_802629142909_30821658_42992694_5925346_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /><br /></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">‘Sometimes it’s not so much about the destination but the journey that takes you there’?</span><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">3.....,2......1.......jump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lets see whats out there?!</span></p></div></div></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-20014034406558056742010-08-27T14:51:00.000-07:002010-08-27T14:52:32.591-07:00was, is and will be<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ahh, I’m not sure if anyone still read this, but I do update every now and then. Mainly big things or seemingly spiritual highlights. But to be fair isn’t all of life worth celebrating?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So this is about airing out my inner thoughts and my take on the ‘was’ ‘is’ and ‘will be’</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So I’m in Calgary airport (for a 7 hour stop over) Nice. I just left Seattle Washington and my most favourite girl in the world. I have just spent the best 6 weeks ever with my then girlfriend, now fiancé. WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOO. Yes! Over the course of the summer I did propose and against all advice she may have had and all the right responses she may have given she agreed to marry me.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I just wanted to say what a great time we have had over this past summer.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s been amazing. Letting someone in so close to your life they have to see all that goes with it. Sometimes good sometimes bad, often just normal. Normal we have been, shopping, cooking, walking, eating holidaying, messing about, praying, visiting, meeting people, discovering new places, finding church and generally just doing life. May here and now say ‘life is MUCH better shared!’</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s been the best, regardless to what anyone says I found America, nice, friendly, welcoming (welcome welcome Darren) fun and exciting. I loved meeting people, working and living.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Highlights include – being able to be part of the work at Recovery Cafe. Nero!!!!!!!! Camping like a propa outdoors person. Driving through the mountains listening to adventures in odyssey. Sharing my journey, the journey of 24-7 prayer and of the boiler room at 217 with the guys at ‘scum of the earth’ church. Meeting Rob Gregerson. The Goon docks!!!!!! A.k.a Astoria Oregan. Voodoo Doughnuts. Meeting and getting to hand out with some kool folks, John, Tiff, Jenn, Jess, Ronald, Zach, Liz Darren, Friendly Jeff, Caleb and David & Peter. But most of all just time spent with Teenie. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Oh yeah and getting engaged too. That was fun </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So here I sit, in an airport on the brink of change. I feel like I left something behind! I did, she is wonderful, beautiful and the most precious person. Yet torn as we are we both embark on what we know God is leading us into for the next year (wow a year seems sooooo long)</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I have great memories of the ‘was’. The year that was, transit, the boys, a life of prayer outworked in mission. The summer that ‘is’ and had tragically just come to an end. The connection of hearts, the life shared the plans planed and the future dreamed of. And I look forward, hard as it may be, to the ‘will be’, the year ahead full of its challenges and excitement. Prayer community, out4good, new family and friends (not forgetting any old ones of course) And the will, will be. Life together with one incredible Christine Elizabeth Aurand (one day Lawton)</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Here’s to you ‘will be’ and all you may hold. I pray that the ‘will be’ God holds is the one I walk into. Amen </span></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-54020846645516435602010-08-05T23:59:00.000-07:002010-08-06T00:10:01.629-07:00Be love!!!!!!<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIutj4rdUsQ96zxCnSsXxdcbo5viyD606QzmiO10h9J8Zlvbzai3z92scjiMsoLoTf48ySSSw8NUKh3u0Hm1qh3S7FI2-QcGw8eLv0qW37BnG-Eic1ocCox2n-aowqTsLYZxffq9x1bnRn/s1600/475px-Caravaggio_MatthewAngel%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502188614361590578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIutj4rdUsQ96zxCnSsXxdcbo5viyD606QzmiO10h9J8Zlvbzai3z92scjiMsoLoTf48ySSSw8NUKh3u0Hm1qh3S7FI2-QcGw8eLv0qW37BnG-Eic1ocCox2n-aowqTsLYZxffq9x1bnRn/s400/475px-Caravaggio_MatthewAngel%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-family:Calibri;">Steve, an apostle of Jesus the Christ on a journey of finding faith in the strangest of places.</span><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To all the saint of the church of Transitier, to Gods elected representatives, strangers in this world yet with a deep rooted hope. Those that have been, or are about to be scattered far and wide to spread this gospel of love.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">May grace and peace be with each one of you as you embark on this journey of life that is constantly being unfolded before you.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Much time has passed since we gathered together at the forming ground of Corritunesis, in the land of Essexaliea. Often we pray for you, never once thinking that you are incapable yet always understanding that God does nothing but in response to prayer.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Times have changed since we were last together and life has seen us all stretching out into the great unknown. But let it be known unswervingly my dear friends that none of us are in this alone. As the body we are connected to each other and the Christ himself. If you are ever <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>in need please, do not hesitate to ask for prayer and of course keep constant dialogue with the farther, who is always looking out for you ready to get involved, at your request.</span><br /></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Brothers and sisters, the road is hard and fraught with dangers, yet let us never become tired of doing the good works he has at hand for us. Each day you rise begin by inviting him in, cultivating that relationship that we all long for that bond of farther and son/daughter.</span><br /><br /></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Please, even though at times it may be hard, never let the word of God depart from you it is your life line, your incite into a loving farther and his longing to interact with his children. Hold on to it, you don’t know how blessed and privileged you are to have it in your hands.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Family, Love people, until you feel you have nothing left to give, than love some more. Let this be what defines you. Your love for one another, and not just those you like. </span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Waist yourself on Gods work, Sometimes it will seem pointless, who loves cleaning toilets or picking up litter, But it is SO important in the building of the kingdom to come. Some may laugh and accuse you of wasting your life, I say what better way to waste yourself than at the mercy of God, directly responding to the needs around you.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Look for beauty in everything and everyone, this will help as you seek to live as an act of worship.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Keep on growing, in this kingdom, you never get too tall. Keep on learning, your never realise how little you know until you learn something new. </span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Listen to Gods heart beat, pick it up, use it to build in a rhythm of life that both works practice and is in line with your farther.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Friends, there is more I would like to share yet I fear there would not be enough paper to write it down on.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Don’t forget where you came from, not because you going back but because it will help you determine where you are going.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Live generously, hope undoubtedly, pray persistently, and speak boldly, but never prideful, keep calm, there’s always time to take a breath.</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But most of all, Love, love from the gut, love those who are loved and those who have never even so much as heard the word let alone understand it. You are loved, so be love.</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1m5tyuTiI1k-r6dODWKlJ-IXLf2LJte2Gd6E89XbgU0USeCz4aCmVSHsQjgLZ2m4ambVPBC6F8OXZJK6Q4LSc3vHPujKyNol3xjjtWtwoPf4uhqzixGAOEy_JOpHj_9IXVDpfi20mvFj/s1600/2010+Jan-Feb+039.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 272px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502190203529785650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY1m5tyuTiI1k-r6dODWKlJ-IXLf2LJte2Gd6E89XbgU0USeCz4aCmVSHsQjgLZ2m4ambVPBC6F8OXZJK6Q4LSc3vHPujKyNol3xjjtWtwoPf4uhqzixGAOEy_JOpHj_9IXVDpfi20mvFj/s400/2010+Jan-Feb+039.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I pass on heartfelt greetings from our dear friend Christine, she wishes you all well and hopes to visit soon (I hope so too)</span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"></span>May this love that we have heard so much about consume you. Until our time comes, </span></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">May Peace and love stay with you. </span></p></div></div></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-61026616840853233872010-07-29T00:03:00.000-07:002010-07-29T00:06:37.342-07:00Perfect love drives out all fear???<div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When you were little did you dream of anything, doing something, being something? Did you get there??? </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I was little I really wanted to be having fun, running about with other kids, but there were certain thing that I was just too scared to do. I’m not talking about jumping off diving boards I’m talking little things, putting your hand up in class, I was too scared to get something wrong. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Going swimming coz I wasn’t very good at it, Volunteering to do things, coz I was scared I didn’t know what would happen or who I would have to do it with.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I a bit older I didn’t really want to get into drugs (I don’t think) I just was scared about not fitting in with anyone and if I didn’t do what they were doing I wouldn’t <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>have friends and I wouldn’t have fun.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I was about 13 I heard Jumping Jack frost on kiss 100 play ‘Candles’ by Alex Reece, a little while later I heard Eksman and Herbsy on cindicutt fm. I was hooked. I wanted to be a drum and bass MC, so I started my journey, listening ,imitating, reciting, writing, recording and mastering my style. I had so many opportunities to make a go of it. BUT I was scared, scared of what people would think, scared of the pressure, scared I Would actually make it then I would have to really be good all the time, so I bottled out loads of times, or I didn’t even try.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It took about 8 years to make it from the bedroom decks to the airwaves of 90.8, and even then it wasn’t till a good friend got on that I was able to follow that dream. I loved it and I’m truly grateful to God and my pal for that, but I couldn’t help thinking of all the times I could of pushed to be there earlier. I’m sure the timing wasn’t right, but there were so many opportunities that I could have reached for but didn’t. I was scared, scared that I wasn’t good enough. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’ve carried that a lot through life. I’ve been a fearful guy. I don’t mean to be, and most of the time I don’t think I am, but subconsciously I cover it <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“Na I’m not gonna do that coz I haven’t got time” “Na I don’t think this is the right thing at the moment” “I’m just gonna let someone else do that” Now to be fair all these reasons are right, at a time, but all the time????</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The Bible say’s <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>‘..perfect love drive out all fear!’, So, fear isn’t from God right? But what if you’re scared.? <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">“Be bold and courageous, DO NOT BE AFRAID”</b></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m in love, I can’t say it’s perfect love coz that comes from God himself, but, in being in this relationship I can see glimpses of God’s love. That gentle hand that guides at times, but also that strong voices that says, “will you trust me?, will YOU go there for me, I know you don’t know where or even how you will get their BUT, will YOU go for me?”. I like to think I’ve learned a lot about trusting God this past 2 years and I’m sure I have I really have, BUT I have also always had a back up. These days I don’t have a back up. All that has kinda been used. So now, it’s about trust. Bare naked trust. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And it scares me.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The most influential MC I ever heard when I was young was a guy called Fearless. Ironic, now 10 years or more on, that I only just realised that maybe he had more than just crowd hyping skills to teach me. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I love God, and I want to do whatever he has lined up, I love to dream, and I have some things that I believe God birthed in me, many years ago that I really would love simply to try, to trust, to see, and to do to bring glory to God, to celebrate that gift he has put in me, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>but have never pushed coz well, I was too scared of failing, and never believed in myself.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But figure God is like a Dad right?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIcBH5e0KHzzHm-CT6NlwgjWfbPnOrUNjepGqf2T1WdP53TFo6TXAL8ZpKin7S4bKAt7RDpD9YZnHpJbJ6FB5mZ5pfrhGksrnbp2tTVFOog2UwT5GE4_WbOt5dJi3qHOOpduympyrm8oK/s1600/father%2520and%2520son%2520on%2520bike.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499220543914833138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlIcBH5e0KHzzHm-CT6NlwgjWfbPnOrUNjepGqf2T1WdP53TFo6TXAL8ZpKin7S4bKAt7RDpD9YZnHpJbJ6FB5mZ5pfrhGksrnbp2tTVFOog2UwT5GE4_WbOt5dJi3qHOOpduympyrm8oK/s400/father%2520and%2520son%2520on%2520bike.jpg" /></a></span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I remember learning to ride a bike, my Day would hold the bike up steady, get in balance, walk beside me as I rode, all the while saying “you’re doing well keep going, you’re going to get it, well done, you’re doing great” sometimes it would work, sometimes I would fall flat on my face, but if I did, he would pick me up, dust me off and still say “well done son lets have another go”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I think today via the voice of a prophetess, and out of love, God dusted off some old dream and said son, do you trust me? </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Do you trust God enough to dream????? I’m still learning. Do you think you ever really get it?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-58788804362414522182010-07-23T00:24:00.000-07:002010-07-23T00:35:06.057-07:00OK guy's, Lets shake it ALL out now.<div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So Ive been in America for over a week. IT WAS WICKED TO BE WITH MY LITTLE LADY. We r simply loving being simply normal, and just appreciating walks in the city, shopping, cooking dinner and life stuff, ahhhhhhh, it’s nice to breath out for a while.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That being said, America! So it’s like England (at least that’s what they want you to think???) but!</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Hey do i detect and accent there” “Yeah mate” “Don’t tell me.....Austrailian?” “No!”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Do I sound Australian? I don’t think so, I lived with someone from Australia but my common folk Essex slang, I think is pretty clearly English? I don’t know. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So I’m doing a couple days at this place called the Recovery cafe, which let me tell you is amazing. The ethos, the idea the community spirit is wonderful and simple and so deep at the same time. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><a href="http://www.recoverycafe.org/"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">www.recoverycafe.org</span></a><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> do check it out its such a great and positive project. I had a couple of days there but in that short time I heard story after story of how this place is a real life line and a community no a family to those who just don’t have that.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But...being America, and being a place that offers classes for the whole well being of a person there are a few ‘interesting’ classes on offer. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So, picture the scene, we are sitting by the entrance, the class is about to start, one of the managers is chatting to a guy, “hey you should do this class it would be real helpful and fun for you” now this guy don’t wanna do the class, so after the 2 of 3<sup>rd</sup> time of asking they are just about to give up when he lets out a “Steve. Ill do it if you do” Now it’s fair to say I don’t have any idea what this class was, but I figure if it help this guy get in there, what is there to lose? “Ok sunshine I’m it if you are”, What’s the worst that can happen? it’s gonna be listening to some motivational self-help, personal development stuff, kool I’m all about that.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">NO, no it isn’t, ‘<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal">interplay’, </b>is the name of the class – and there will be NO sitting and listing here people</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri', 'sans-serif'; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-no-proof: yes; mso-bidi-: minor-bidifont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:11;" ></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Ok guys, today we are going to experiment with <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5l6RngxQ2CxRmBpxEMhvFBXwV7hBEUvqUvMc-V0uNCLRNL3cC6MeNVb39Yh1TqP3H3XvAr6odgxX0XOmuhRDoPLDX_-HZIcZ8u4_9RF01lziYECyQpJaXdYkEE_eYEUbASNZ2dBauxOMw/s1600/album_pic5%5B1%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 312px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497001709089188066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5l6RngxQ2CxRmBpxEMhvFBXwV7hBEUvqUvMc-V0uNCLRNL3cC6MeNVb39Yh1TqP3H3XvAr6odgxX0XOmuhRDoPLDX_-HZIcZ8u4_9RF01lziYECyQpJaXdYkEE_eYEUbASNZ2dBauxOMw/s400/album_pic5%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a>our bodies and our voices, let’s just see how we can connect with our inner selves” </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Ok guys let’s just be loose and shake it all out, come on now don’t be tight, just shake it out, really you can do this any time, just shake your body all over to release all the tension of the day”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“ok lets all make a note from our mouths together, this is one way we can be connected as people”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“ok let all make a different note with our voices, this is one way we can all be <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">individual”<o:p></o:p></i></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“I think its so kool that by simply allowing our hands to dance we can become so much free’er of all the pressures of the world”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yes my friends this was a real class. My goodness. So as we left that same lady came to me and this fella, and said so was it fun, he smiled and looked at me and said throw gritted teeth Mmmm thanks Steve. Ha ha, to be fair most people in the group did find it helpful and beneficial. Each to their own I guess, or more to the point we are all different parts of the same body right? I guess the hand isn’t so impressed by a beautiful painting as the eye is right?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ah America, world apart yet best pals? To be fair I do love it here, I love driving on the wrong / <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">right</i> side of the road, I love that people are so friendly that the guy in front of us in the market que offered us a lift home, I love the accent, I love the enthusiasm but most of all i simply love being here with someone special.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ill keep ya posted.</span></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-12700387679008916302010-05-03T09:46:00.000-07:002010-05-03T09:51:24.305-07:00cafe del mar sunset and an incredible God<div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The warmth has gone</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The light lays hidden behind the unexpected mist</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The melodic soulful ambiance creates the backdrop to the ever-present air of expectance</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">We all exercise a degree of forced patience</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">One solitary fisherman patrols the vast expanse and almost seems</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Insignificant</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In comparison to the ocean</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The backdrop moves in slow motion</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Eyes patrol in the same direction</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And give a subtle impression</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That we are all people </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Of expectance</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet for my in experience</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My heart beats just a little faster</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For what it is for which we wait</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Waiting and watching, watching and waiting</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">All aware</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but know one saying</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet we all sit</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And watch </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">the same</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Some every day folk</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Some Day to day folk</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Some claiming celebrity status</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Some just here to play folks</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet we all sit and wait</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The same</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The colours blend to create</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And to paint </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">An undisputed masterpiece</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Naturally made</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As if pinned of hung from 4 corners</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">the largest piece of priceless artwork freely on display</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And it shows its self today </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">as every other day</span></p><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467087182984455714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYGlUgqIrZEp8ePL4NAgMkx_ImoH0T96vP1hYpYo9tjX0uwWMN_JrISBCC_ndTHbqPHf_mce8TDaO9SZApLzdO6SSC_md5fk5-IBGv_f6fhA-dGSI-36dN0H4I2U2wRHhnvgsX42vP3RY/s400/sunset.jpg" /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Without fail</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Many things brought us here today</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Different circumstances will create the crowd </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And different ones will create it again in a different way the following day</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But for today</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For this specific moment</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Of this specific day and point in history</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For this specific display</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It is here and now.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That we wait</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Wots the difference in this miss matched rag tag band of unusual characters </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That have gathered from far and wide </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but all looking in the same direction?</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">All looking the same way</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As the sun sets</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Its as if the maker </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Is sitting back with arms folded and with a little smirk as if to say</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“wot more can I say”</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The difference I guess</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That someone took the time to explain to others</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Why it is that the sun fades</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And wot happens to it the next day</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And how to operate when the day is claimed </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">by the dark</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And someone told them how to explain</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To the next person, </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In the hope that they would take the opportunity to do the same</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So we all sit here again</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Different</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yet in some sense </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The same</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And we wait</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For the end of the day</span></p></div>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-90222931619967587812010-03-12T03:36:00.000-08:002010-03-12T03:37:21.815-08:00John 1 v 1-5<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">From the start it seemed to start with me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I say me from in the 3<sup>rd</sup> degree</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He in they and they insidea me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That’s simply where it started see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">We exist in perfect harmony</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The embodiment of community</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For some the simplicities hard to see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz I am him and he is me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">All things created came from me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Nothing made apart from me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I stood hand in hand with the creator</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I watched the joy it brought to make ya</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In unity we stand together</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Before time and space and earth and weather</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m with you as we take this journey together</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I wasn’t a 2<sup>nd</sup> thought</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I wasn’t a last resort</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I wasn’t what happened when we got caught</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Out, to form a way back in</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I was in him from the very beginning</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">This is the truth I came to bring</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The joy of which I’m living in</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The salvation for a world of sin</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But hold on, we’ll get to that part lata</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Who I am is simply life itself</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It doesn’t come with position status or wealth</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It lays hidden deep inside yourself</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In a dusty box up on the top shelf</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The one you can’t quite reach yourself</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But you know it’s there</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sometimes you don’t see it there</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But deep inside you know it’s there</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It seems to just elude your stare</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sometimes you even forget it’s there</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Or it gets covered up</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And left</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But what I have</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’ve come to share</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It sits deep inside the guts of me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s been there for eternity</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s the light by which we all can see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It outshines the dark around you see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Nothing gets away from me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It hides but the light will find it, and blind it</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And that’s when you truly see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It burns with deep intensity</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s what all creation longs to see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It shines for all eternity</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s what will bring you back to me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s what can’t be stopped</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s what can’t be hidden in a box</span></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-62111992893729192972010-03-12T03:34:00.000-08:002010-03-12T03:35:42.699-08:00time ticks<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Time ticks</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Clocks don’t stop..</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">One headphone offers the spoken word of Gill Scott Heron</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And I too wonder ‘where did the night go’</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Carefully avoiding yesterdays reminence on the pavement</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Misplaced investments and modern day enslavements</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That’s when I saw him</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He was older than times gone past</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But seemed younger at a second glance</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Time had took its toll on him</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But he seemed to take it</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Simply </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He seemed to have some kinda of iner-glow that eluded, being extinguished</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It seemed to BE the core of him</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I didn’t say a word, but somehow</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He saw within</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He recounted times past long before</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I had to smile as we toured </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Significant moments large and to some seemingly small</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But to me not at all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">From that small blond haired boy, with not a care in the world</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To a family upbringing, not bad at all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then suddenly he stopped</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And looked up</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In the back of his eyes formed tears </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That had stayed there for years longing to be cried</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But never found there time</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He saw the kid with the faded baseball cap</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Zoot in hand spittin drum and bass chat</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Telling stories of how he’s all that</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But really</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He was just lost</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He been pointed in the right direction on the right path </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But in distraction he’d got lost</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And the saddest part of history recounted</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Was that he didn’t even know it</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">This man then looked up at me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With a look of vague intensity</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Not so much offering a word to me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then conversed with something deep within me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He knew where i’d been</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And as if a concept seldom seen</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Somehow, he’d been there too</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His overcoat told a story</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Of too many night</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Under stars and street lights</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His shoes had seem a 100 miles </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Ontop of that 1000 miles</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And 1000 more still to come</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He had more miles to walk, more needs done</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His eyes</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They spoke with intensity</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Of depth and clarity of real life</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He took me back to place’s and times</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That i didn’t even remember or couldn’t find</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In my</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Mixed up confused battered over time mind</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He said “you don’t remember these coz these ones you tried to hide”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">These pictures hurt</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They spoke of negativity and no sense of self worth</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They unleashed the beast of fear of failing</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Uncovered the whole of rejection I often fell in</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The dark began to sink in</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As I sunk into these memories and feelings</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I couldn’t stand, so on this guy I’m leaning</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s like these times were standing screaming</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But with one hand firmly planted on my shoulder</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His drawn face seemingly older</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Penetrated the stone cold</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And told</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Another side to the story</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He guided me through it slowly, in vivid detailed imagery</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Though all were distant memories</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He showed me, so I could see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">This guy</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Standing right beside of me!</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His over coat this time was slightly more tidy</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The shoes he rocked, far less grimy</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But the eyes that now see inside of me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Still pierced with the same level of intensity</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As they did that very day</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As i drifted</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He followed </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">as i shifted</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">he pulled</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but i ignored</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">he waved </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but i never saw</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">but he never left</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Na......never</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Now here we sit in a darkened ally on a shop step</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Heads a mess</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Full of sorrow and regret</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He say</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“hold on, let’s not go there yet”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then he hands an envelope over</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I open it eagerly </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With hope to think of what it might just be</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then that excitement drifts away from me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I screwed up blank piece of paper is all that lays in front of me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“This is the way of the path less travelled”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He utters eagerly as if to breathe some life into me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“I don’t get it, are you joking me?”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then in the truest ever sense of the saying in exact Jack Bower style and fashion, he say’s “you just gotta trust me”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">At once I’m struck with the immense se-realness of the situation </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That’s been unfolding and how ridicules it all seems</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And that just seems to make him smile</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I look at the paper again</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The first steps appear</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As I walk forward </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">More seem to be reviled</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Turnings appear</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I took a right</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then the map seemed to slowly recount my steps </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To the place I just left</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But the lessons I learned help me make the decision</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And i feel far less stressed and at this point I take a left</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Now it took a few years</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To get from there to hear</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The roads been narrow</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But, that’s how it was always gonna be</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sometimes it gets on top of me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But when it does and it seems to much for me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I take a glance to the other side to see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To that same guy</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Who’s always there with me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The green overcoat seems somewhat older</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And the shoes have walked plenty more roads</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But those eyes</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They still look straight at me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And the voice</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It still speaks to me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“you just gotta trust me”</span></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-10872489646315487402010-02-05T08:45:00.000-08:002010-02-05T08:47:14.195-08:00AbOvE aLl<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Above all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">See the trees sway standing in military lines in the sky ever so tall</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Above all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">See the blue sky kiss the mountain tops, where the sky starts and the land stops</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Above all, Above all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Watch the clouds move effortlessly, incredibly across the vast expanse of sky, before my eyes</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Above all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">See the air above alight with millions of stars at night and the elimination of the moon</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Above All, Above All</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My 5 foot 5 frame doesn’t stand particularly tall</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sometimes I feel overshadowed by it all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I wanna climb that mountain and reach the sky</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I wanna run under the stars of the clear night sky and reach up to the light above </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But I can’t reach</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sometimes the shade of the mountains covers me, from my head to my tiny little feet</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But as I walk</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I won’t admit defeat </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Can’t let this get the better of me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz my eyes were opened, so that I could see</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I may have taken some wrong turn but that’s where you found me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So No</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I wont let Go</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz I don’t wanna stay down here bellow</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Although, I may be small</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Your grace lifts me up</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Above it all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Never trust a man with a limp</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz that man aint done the wrestling</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And I can’t tell you that I’m better then</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Or that I know any more than the rest of them</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz I sometimes find my feet again</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But all too quick I lose my stance again</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And on something’s I am still wrestling</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But I’m seeking out the best and then</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Making myself less</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So hopefully there’ll be less mess</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then you can all that’s left</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And that’s where I find rest</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And where I’m truly blessed</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I use a pen to paint a picture</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Deep rooted in scripture</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And tell you taht your blessed</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When you stay on the right path</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That was laid out for you to follow</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz he set you the right way to live </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Mind your step</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Slow your roll</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Keep to the path that’s been set</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And there, you can live without regret</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz I followed the road of righteousness</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then you’ll be blessed</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Maybe your feet are small</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Maybe you don’t know you call</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Maybe you don’t even know him at all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But right hear let me tell you, this is your call</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Come to me, run to me”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Sometimes it’s a fight but I laid out the road for you to get to me”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“And if you fall I’ll pick you up, dust you off and stand you back up right next to me”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz after all</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">No matter how tuff it gets</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Or how you might feel small</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">His desire is for you to love him</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So he can simply love you more</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He stands with arms open wide</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Waiting</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Above all </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-88537733578633279242010-01-16T18:00:00.000-08:002010-01-16T18:02:50.255-08:00What do we do when we pray?Genesis 18 16 - 33<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgNrvfgilz8Kana7vVOX1Tz8luJRgr0scuAjMGM7XfYu8EFK1KdgGh4LjGBhOMQEbudVaFmNOSZFx0uiyX5wTtA86NWmr795Uzb4bljhawuH1pTeD1E5Qh0CMdmQlPRSL0hVWVRChRH21/s1600-h/1%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427523062947490146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKgNrvfgilz8Kana7vVOX1Tz8luJRgr0scuAjMGM7XfYu8EFK1KdgGh4LjGBhOMQEbudVaFmNOSZFx0uiyX5wTtA86NWmr795Uzb4bljhawuH1pTeD1E5Qh0CMdmQlPRSL0hVWVRChRH21/s320/1%5B2%5D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">What do we do when we pray?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sure, it’s nice and we got plenty to say</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And maybe people’ll look at us and be moved and impressed by our seemingly compassionate words </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Or how our seemingly broken hearts are portrayed?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Does anything ACTULLY change?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Yeah, I know we talk a good game, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But does God, really hear these feeble attempts, these heartfelt cries, these most basic of words that only just about seem to reflect what we see with or natural eyes?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Maybe</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Well</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Let me paint you a picture</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With a little help from scripture</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">(And, for the purposes of creating some visual imagery and expressing a little poetic licence, I will play the main part)</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So I’m just sitting here</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>in the heat of the day</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Jus lounging coz life’s been running away</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The great trees are tall, and I’m loving the shade</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But, my days about to change</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m awoken, by 3 figures in the distance, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">This sets my mind skipping</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They look like normal men, but there’s something distinctly different</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s like standing in the presence of greatness</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s like Gods right here, but he’s not, err well, I can’t really explain this</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So I approach, I’m weary and nervous but</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">These guys seem to posses something that I simply can’t, not be around</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Events unfold, stories get told</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The likes of which my mind can’t even hold</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But as the time comes to a close</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The strangers stand to leave</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But there’s something in them that seem to just call out to me?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So I follow, confused, but, expectantly</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s as if....</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">There’s some kind of job, they have for me?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So we stroll a while and take in the view</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The 3 seem to carry a wisdom that I can’t quite comprehend, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">it’s in that vibe they send</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s not shaped by words but by some kind of presence they exude????</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">They lead me up a narrow hill pass, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And as the evening closes in and the darkness starts to consume all that it sees</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As we reach the brink of the hill</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The cool of the night brings and uncomfortable chill</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The night stands still</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">We gaze upon the view in front of us</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And at the view, we stop</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Below us lies the great city</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And such pain screams out from the depths of it at such a level it just can’t be missed</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Suddenly</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As if he’d always been a part of me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">GOD himself is standing right beside me</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">He simply says “I can’t take this”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“There needs to be an end to this”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then there’s a moment to pause and reflect on the words in silence</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A sudden rush fills my insides, and it’s not out of any sense of pride, or to mask any ideas of selfishness that manifest from inside</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But as if prompted by some sense that my words could actually make a change</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I blurt out some words, like my tongue cant be contained</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“This can’t happen” I say</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“There must be another way”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">What if 50 good people were left in that city today?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Surly those lives are worth something,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">No life is worth nothing?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">OK</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">These strong humble words, speak of such faith and hope</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Now I’m developing a lump in my throat</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coz, I don’t think I’m done</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My faith and compassion are high</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And I know I’m not talking to any ordinary guy</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And that’s why</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I feel I should say</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“What if it’s a few less than that number left today?”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And so we go on, back and forth in heated debate</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But unlike any bidding was I ever saw</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The numbers don’t saw, but fall?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Back to back we let words ignite</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And as the evening becomes the daylight</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I finish my pledge</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Just 10 left</span></b></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">What if just 10 were left</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Please </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Don’t leave this city for dead</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Huh, you’ll never guess what he said....</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Then I’m back to the here and now</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Same heart, same mind, but living for now</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And I’m left high above our own fair town</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Right here </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">right now.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And as I observe with compassion in heart and a bright hope in hand, I begin to relies that I can’t save it.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">At times I’d like to but</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I can’t save it</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But maybe</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Dare I even consider?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That perhaps</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My prayers could help change it?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Maybe this God can change it?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">What if we could stand?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With truth in hand</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Compassion in heart for this broken land</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And simply ask God, to spare this town?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A rush of faith runs down my spine</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I start to consider that these words of mine</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Could play some tiny part, in Gods eternal plan.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So now, here I am</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Only offering words</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Simple words and a hope that God hears them tonight</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">If all I can do is cry out to you, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">For the lives of these people then that’s what Ill dedicate myself to</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And maybe you don’t know if it’s gonna work or if these words are true</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But please</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Put some hope in the same God of the first farther of faith, the first of the jews</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And plead with me, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That hope grace and justice, might reign true</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">My prayer is simple</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Your kingdom come<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Your will be done<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">As it is up there,<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Down hear let it come<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In the lives of ............................(add your own names here)<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Please, save our town,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Start in us</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Start tonight</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And then my mind turns to think</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Was it God who’s heart <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>that was turned?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Or was it me who’s only just starting to learn.......?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-679874880467513982.post-74979508368185128262009-12-09T05:36:00.000-08:002009-12-09T05:37:10.211-08:00Who Knows?<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A psalm. (like off of the bible, you know)</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span> </p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Who knows?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Who sees the troubles untold?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Who is it that sees if I wander far from the road, if I’m losing control, not feeding my soul?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Who knows?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Can apathy help me lose my way?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Or, can complacency lead me astray?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Or, lack of time and peace of mind or any distraction of any kind,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Change the way, that I walk today?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Can I run from you?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Can I escape you view?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Can the highest mountain or deepest valley, the darkest shadow or grimiest ally, Keep me, from you?</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Surely you know!</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sometimes I don’t even have to say, coz you aware of the untold</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And when I’m worried and lost and strayed a lot, counted the cost</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You know, coz</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">With you very hands you laid the road</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I’m lost, you’re the way</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I lose control, your the same</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">When I’m lost in time, feeling like I lost my mind</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You have calming words to say.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“come to me”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“I grant you reat”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">“Let me take all of your stuff, and hear,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Just,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Rest!”</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And all I can be is blessed</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Amazed at the concept</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That among the mess</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Among all my distress</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">You remain</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I just have the simplest request</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">To stay Here,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In you presence</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In awe and total reverence</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">In all situation</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m left safe in the knowledge of this</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That Dry bones CAN live</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That in THIS life we WILL see this</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That your refuge gives the strength we need</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And that your hope is what we seek</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And your gift of life is evident in me!</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Thank you, from the depths of my soul</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">More than I can say</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Not nearly as much as I owe</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But thank you </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Because</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It’s you who knows.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Amen</span></p>mctkzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14144046447532316171noreply@blogger.com1