Oh, yeah! You're here, God!1/11/2003

I feel it creeping in. Somehow it's only the darkest times, When the light can shine so bright I thought you left me, But sunshine fills my eyes. You were with me all the time. The sun is setting, But here we are. Let's make the most of it.

That Is Who I Am7/25/2002

Who am I? And should I ever know? Born with no identity, I walk along this road. I look into the mirror - hey, is that me? But there is no definition to the face that I see. Walking further, still no answer. Where am I going, and how will I get there? Life is a journey, that much is true, Let me ask this - who are you? He said he is the way. He said he is the truth. He said he is the life. What an interesting man, how did he figure out this life's plan? And if he knows so much, can he tell me who I am? I know that life's a journey, but he says he's both life and way. He also claimed the truth - that word, my answer, might display. What is truth? If it is, the world has never seen it! Who that hears it would pretend they've only dreamed it? What is this truth, that I may hear and I may believe? He said, hear the truth, the truth shall set you free! He told me to follow what I cannot see, To faith my steps, and guide my journey. I can see the destination, but nary a means. I have to keep on walking, along the deep ravine. Certain of one thing, I was created by this man, I only want to reach him - that is who I am.

A Winnow To My Soul3/21/2002

Remove my husk, O Lord The shell I have been growing I want people to see the inside The place where your hand is at work I had covered my shame with fig leaves Send the leaves away with your wind of mercy I want my life to be food for your sheep A grain, exposed, for your glory Remove my husk, O Lord Send the chaff away, expose me

The Winter Sun2/09/2002

Even winter, when you least expect it, has spring weather. Though the snow falls and the ice forms, a day of warmth comes. You know winter's not over, but it's enough to help you bear the cold. One day, spring will be here. Not the end of bad weather, but the beginning of a better day. When the warmth is expected, and the cold only a memory. It's not a question about whether the sun is there. The sun always shines. Though sometimes he is closer. The Sun can be clouded by anything. You can always see Him by looking past the clouds. As uncertain as the groundhog's answer, We cannot determine the seasons. We can make predictions, but are often wrong. A life is not ruined by the weather.

Mosquito Bites8/23/2001

Temptation is a mosquito bite, The more you scratch the harder to fight. You leave it alone, the itch still stays, The itch gets stronger when your fingernail plays. Oh, the scratch of sin and its terrible plague, It causes damage to the body, and makes you ache. Some kind of relief is what you long for, It comes from the man who is standing at the door. He wants to come in and apply balm for your healing, but it takes a committment to keep from repealing. The itch does not leave like the mosquito, It's pent up inside, and wrapped like a burrito. The man does not fight the itch, but only the bite; The itch will fade away, if you turn to the light. If you want to get rid of your scars today, Give your life to Jesus, and he'll show you the way.

I Hate Ask Jeeves!

I got on my computer to browse along the 'net. Then I got sucked in via a hole for the diskette. Falling, falling, Falling -- shrinking as I went, When I looked around I saw a giant vent. I landed in a giant green and silver jungle. As I began to step around I heard a distant jingle. I soon got lost in a world of chips and cables, The place where I was standing seemed a bit unstable. So I jumped and landed on a yellow flashing pan, I was shot into a cable and I flew around the LAN. I was aimlessly shot from Compaq to Gateway to Dell, Until my IP matched a router, where I slipped and then I fell. When I opened up my eyes I was in the worst place I'd believe, There in the corner of my eye, I saw the words "Ask Jeeves!"