Giving gives far more than we intend.
In everything we do is what we are,
Vastly different than we comprehend,
Importunate as any morning star.
No one ever loves for some clear end,
Gripped by grace that grieves beyond the bar.

How is everyone doing today?

What the title means...

I use it as a upgraded "HEHE" but like im choking. This is how my life gets...very boring.

The Gift From God

The greatest gift to all the world, was from God for man to herald,
His Gift came in Incarnate Deity; The Word was flesh for all to see,
It was God’s Son, Christ Jesus, who was given by Him to all of us,
The Gift of Salvation given to all, to redeem man from Adam’s fall.

The Gift, who was the Great I AM, born a baby, to be God’s Lamb,
Coming to pay the ultimate price, as a baby to become a sacrifice,
As a man, Christ was put on a path, to receive for us, eternal wrath,
Upon a cross, at Mount Calvary, to bring Salvation, to you and me.

The Gift was sent through Israel, as He came to do His Father’s will,
By The Father, He was sent to them, in that little town of Bethlehem,
To the House of Bread He was to be, Bread of Life for you and me,
From above came The Bread of Life, God’s Only Son, Jesus Christ.

Well pleasing in the eyes of God, to shepherd us with staff and rod,
Leading hearts of men from Calvary, to New Life with God Eternally,
New life that begins on the earth, born from above, by second birth,
A spiritual birth provided by Grace, when His Gift you truly embrace.

He saves His people from their sin, and in our hearts, He lives within,
As Emmanuel, now God is with us, through the Spirit of Christ Jesus.
From the very moment we believed, and the Gift of God we received,
With His Spirit as our guarantee, we’ll live with Christ through Eternity.

(Copyright ©01/2011 Bob Gotti)

Murder Bone White

A certain thing can't ever be described really sufficiently.
Good people like Gabby.
It is lost with out one single uttered word.
White hot is the sun.
If that does not answer your question, it is to drawn out, don't.
The mere attempt of it.
One person in order to inform about temporary is still murder,
other things red clear bubbles * sigh * bone white, yellow suicide.
People who have been gone for a while
and never came back what kind of we are they?
We should know, inclement whether.
Although reconsideration obtaining renumbering the gun which is from Tea obtained.
What kind of I' inParts?
The fact that you say it is tried the thing over and over again next time.
Is spiritual heat and to show other nonlatex, latent characteristic.
Why when this is happening, while there is no something, I cried.

Spirit

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Lost outside my soul feeling I had nowhere to turn or anywhere left to go I closed my heart on forgiveness only to find darkness just watching my days burn Walking away from the light that tried to guide me I found myself alone full of sadness with no love in sight Then you touched me from within and set my Spirit free showed me I wasnt on my own that no matter what I went through there would always be you to make me live again Spiritwind-2011

Kiss the past goodbye

She gets in her car to drive

Top down, wind in hair

Future anticipation

She's not turning back again.












  ENCHANTED

WHEN YOUR HEAD STARTS RUNNIN ROUND
THINKING BOUT A LOVE ITS FOUND
HOPIN TO FINALLY GET DOWN
ON WHO?

WHEN EVERY MUSCLES RIPPIN WELL
ENCHANTED BY THE TOUCH AND SMELL
OF NAKED, MOIST, DELECTABLE
RETIRING YOU

FEELIN' JUST LIKE THE BARD
HOPING DOIN YOU'S IN THE CARDS
LETTING YOU DINE ON ME TILL I'M BLUE

WORKING AND EXERTING WELL
DOWN RIGHT CONVERTING THIS HELL
GIVING ME WHAT I NEVER HAD THAT IS TRUE

CALL IT WHAT YOU WILL
YOU CAN'T BUY THIS KIND OF THRILL
AS LONG AS I'M DOING YOU, I'M NO FOOL