heal me father, for i suffer i am in sore distress lay your cooling touch upon my troubled brow bestow peace unsurpassing upon the turmoil of my heart — 4/10/10 – 143
pour out your soul, my brother and let the rich effusive emotion spread out upon the sacrificial stone. embrace the whirlwind, my brother the shifting maelstrom of change until completed you emerge the man you were meant to be. — 4/9/10 – 141 #favorite
my son, my son i know the road you take the fragile path, the long sojourn the weary ache and pang of loneliness the despair you sometimes feel when you sink beneath waves of fear and emptiness my son, my son i know — 2/23/2012 — 190 taken loosely from…
someone said the test of love is making hard decisions– choosing, for another’s sake, the necessary actions; taking the proper path though strewn with rocks, watered with tears, and fraught with pain. for love chooses what is best chooses what must be shouldered, borne, and done, in spite of what…
i found myself thinking today perhaps i finally understand how sin hurts. maybe this time i wont forget, letting go of reason, taking a plunge and giving up, wasting love and precious blood on selfish pain.
My heart lies wounded, ever broken, wanting to be free Yet not greatly, do I seek it, trying fearfully Not so! Cried He, with fervor strong, to you soundness of mind Tis yours to claim, beloved child, adopted son of mine. He came to earth, to live and die, and…