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Shed a Little Light by James Taylor, love this song

1 Apr

Let us turn our thoughts today
To Martin Luther King
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women
Living on the earth
Ties of hope and love
Sister and brotherhood
That we are bound together
In our desire to see the world become
A place in which our children
Can grow free and strong
We are bound together
By the task that stands before us
And the road that lies ahead
We are bound and we are bound

There is a feeling like the clenching of a fist
There is a hunger in the center of the chest
There is a passage through the darkness and the mist
And though the body sleeps the heart will never rest

Shed a little light, oh lord
So that we can see
Just a little light, oh lord
Wanna stand it on up
Stand it on up, oh lord
Wanna walk it on down
Shed a little light, oh lord

Can’t get no light from the dollar bill
Don’t give me no light from a tv screen
When I open my eyes
I wanna drink my fill
From the well on the hill

(do you know what I mean? )
– chorus –

There is a feeling like the clenching of a fist
There is a hunger in the center of the chest
There is a passage through the darkness and the mist
And though the body sleeps the heart will never rest

Oh, let us turn our thoughts today
To martin luther king
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women
Living on the earth
Ties of hope and love
Sister and brotherhood



18 Mar

I am now making 3 dollars an hour. As bad as it sounds it felt worse to not be making anything…..

a Father’s embrace

6 Mar

I said father I am no longer worthy to be called you son. Make me like one of your slaves…better yet throw me in the dungeon and throw away the key. But he ran out to me…because he had been looking down the road to see if I was coming. When he saw me he threw his arms around me and said quick, put a royal robe around him and a ring on his finger. Let’s celebrate because this is my son………he was dead and now is alive…… I got rid of everything in my orgy of sinning except my sword…… be honest the thought of not being his son anymore was too much to take…if he were to let me be a slave or live in the dugeon i would have withered and died without him because i cannot imagine life without him since i have had a taste of him. He is really what my heart craves and i have known that all along. Prone to wander Lord I feel it prone to leave the God I love. I know I will continue to sin and that just kills me because the thought of straying from him just a little is a terrible thought when all i want is to be closer and closer and closer still….thanks for letting me share………

enough is enough

6 Mar

Thought of this hymn after I committed my favorite sin for the millionth time………I think I’m done. Really, God has been giving me joy despite this and I keep doing it??!!! What the hell!!!! Anyway got mad at someone at work today cause of all the stress so..thats enough for me….enough self destruction research….:) It’s really not all its cracked up to be. And the same is true for you and your favorite sin……..Give it up……..I’m mean really. And all is grace, even sin somehow and I don’t think I am far from seeing how. This needed to happen to bring me to my knees but God’s judgement is sweet for believers……..imho

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
Teach me some melodious sonnet,
Sung by flaming tongues above.
Praise the mount! I’m fixed upon it,
Mount of Thy redeeming love.

Sorrowing I shall be in spirit,
Till released from flesh and sin,
Yet from what I do inherit,
Here Thy praises I’ll begin;
Here I raise my Ebenezer;
Here by Thy great help I’ve come;
And I hope, by Thy good pleasure,
Safely to arrive at home.

Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
How His kindness yet pursues me
Mortal tongue can never tell,
Clothed in flesh, till death shall loose me
I cannot proclaim it well.

O to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be!
Let Thy goodness, like a fetter,
Bind my wandering heart to Thee.
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,
Prone to leave the God I love;
Here’s my heart, O take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.

O that day when freed from sinning,
I shall see Thy lovely face;
Clothed then in blood washed linen
How I’ll sing Thy sovereign grace;
Come, my Lord, no longer tarry,
Take my ransomed soul away;
Send thine angels now to carry
Me to realms of endless day.


5 Mar

I have gone from passive.  Do whatever you want.  I don’t care.  To agressive, do whatever I tell you to do.  I think I will try assertive.  I would like you to……I am a counselor.  I know this shit.  What’s wrong with me?   This human stuff gets old.  


28 Feb

When peace like a river attendeth my soul, and sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot thou hast taught me to say it is well it is well with my soul…..the author of this hymn wrote it when a ship he was on sailed over the exact spot where a ship sank in the sea killing his wife and family.  A divorce is taking my family not a ship……..I think I know how he feels…

Robert Frost Poems

28 Feb

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Choose Something Like a Star

O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud —
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says “I burn.”
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats’ Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.

The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;    
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,    
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.      
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.      

28 Feb

and because God forgave us who were his enemies by sacrificing his son. incredible.

My Universe Within

We forgive, not necessarily because others’ are deserving of forgiveness, but because we deserve to be free.

I wrote that quote 3 years ago. I absolutely love quotes; however, I seldom have any that come to me that are worth sharing. But this blog isn’t about tooting my own horn. *beep, beep* 🙂

Forgiveness is tough. It’s tough to obtain, tough to do and…tough to write about. But here goes nothing. It is something that takes time and it takes patience with yourself. It is something you do for yourself because holding onto resentment, hatred and all the other negative emotions associated with un-forgiveness, only hurts you. It’s really important to remember that the brain does not know the difference between real and imaginary experiences; your brain and your body reacts the same way, whether you are actually experiencing it or just replaying the same situation over and over…

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28 Feb

wish i coujd learn to do that

My Universe Within

My name is GOSSIP
I have no respect for justice
I maim without killing
I break hearts and ruin lives
I’m cunning and malicious and gather strength with age
The more I’m quoted the more I’m believed
My victims are helpless. They can not protect themselves from me because I have no name and no face.
To track me down is impossible, the more you try the more elusive I become.
I am nobody’s friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it’s never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights, heartache and indigestion.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses. I am called GOSSIP. I make headlines and heartaches.
Before you repeat a story ask yourself:
Is it true? You know that for sure? Is it harmless? Is it necessary? If you hadn’t heard it, would it have…

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28 Feb

cava toute les monde je m’appelle Mark.  No I am not french but I love the language.  And Shalom.  We will be speaking Hebrew in heaven ya know!!!!!!