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Sunday, January 11, 2009

The Walk

I've got a Grandpa Rudd
He gave thirty years to the lumber yard
Loving his family and working hard
Got a faith like a solid rock
He's just doing the walk
I've got a friend named Larry
He sends me letters from a foreign land
He moved there with his kids and his pretty wife Mary
To answer a holy call
He's just doing the walk

You can run with the big dogs
You can fly with the eagles
You can jump through all the hoops
And climb the ladder to the top
But when it all comes down
You know it all comes down to the walk

There's a man I know
He said He'd come to show us the way
He died on a cross and He rose from the grave
And proved He was more than talk
He taught us the walk
And now I'm singing my songs
Standing up on a big, bright stage
And I do my dance while the music plays
But when the music stops
Am I doing the walk

You can run with the big dogs
You can fly with the eagles
You can jump through all the hoops
And climb the ladder to the top
But when it all comes down
You know it all comes down to this

Do justly, love mercy
Walk humbly with your God

'Cause you can run with the big dogs
You can fly with the eagles
You can jump through all the hoops
And climb the ladder to the top
But when it all comes down
You know it all comes down, down, down, down, down
To the walk

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Concrete Angel

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late



A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Someone Like You

Someone Like You
by James William Foley


Someone like you makes the heart seem the lighter,
Someone like you makes the day's work worth while,
Someone like you makes the sun shine the brighter,
Someone like you makes a sigh half a smile.



Life's an odd pattern of briers and roses,
Clouds sometimes darken, nor sun shining through,
Then the cloud lifts and the sun light discloses
Near to me, dear to me—-Someone like you.



Someone like you who stands steadfastly near me,
Knows me and likes me for just what I am,
Someone like you who knows just how to cheer me,
Someone who's real without pretense or sham.



Someone whose fellowship isn't a fetter
Binding my freedom—who's loyal all through,
Someone whose life in this world makes it better,
Blest to me, best to me—-Someone like you.



Someone like you who's the same Day and Morrow,
Firm as a rock and square as a die,
Someone who's steadfast in joy or in sorrow,
Someone who's dearer each day that goes by.



Fortune is fickle and hope is deceiving,
Comradeship ends and life changes all through,
There's only one thread that runs all through the weaving,
Fair to me, square to me—-Someone like you.



Never a trouble but you help me bear it,
Just by the fellowship you have with me,
Never a joy but I want you to share it,
How far you fare or wherever you be.



Never a burden but you make it lighter
Just by your smile that I see creeping through,
Never a glad hour but you make it brighter,
Heart of me, part of me—-Someone like you.



How come the thoughts of you joyously welling
Up like the water of springs bubbling clear,
What a new joy every time in the telling
Something that always I want you to hear.



Roses of June or the snows of December
Gray be the skies or like azure the blue,
Far be the day that I may not remember
, Near to me, dear to me—-Someone like you.

Life Is...

Life Is...


Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.



Life is beauty, admire it.



Life is a dream, realize it.



Life is a challenge, meet it.



Life is a duty, complete it.



Life is a game, play it.



Life is a promise, fulfill it.



Life is sorrow, overcome it.



Life is a song, sing it.



Life is a struggle, accept it.



Life is a tragedy, confront it.



Life is an adventure, dare it.



Life is luck, make it.



Life is too precious, do not destroy it.



Life is life, fight for it.





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Friday, January 9, 2009

River of Life

I wanted to feel like a bird on the wings of time
But it was not our time
I wanted to lie for a while in the fields and dream
But it was not to be

'cause sometimes you've gotta let love go
Even though it's hurting, even though
And sometimes you've got to let love slide
Out with the river, the river of life

I wanted to hold you so long in the dark till dawn
But I could feel you go
I wanted to sing; in my head I could hear a song
But it was not our song

'cause sometimes you've gotta let love go
Even though it's hurting, even though
Sometimes you've gotta let love slide
Out with the river, the river of life

The Ant and the Grasshopper

In a field one summer's day a Grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing to its heart's content. An Ant passed by, bearing along with great toil an ear of corn he was taking to the nest.

"Why not come and chat with me," said the Grasshopper, "instead of toiling and moiling in that way?"

"I am helping to lay up food for the winter," said the Ant, "and recommend you to do the same."

"Why bother about winter?" said the Grasshopper; we have got plenty of food at present." But the Ant went on its way and continued its toil. When the winter came the Grasshopper had no food and found itself dying of hunger, while it saw the ants
distributing every day corn and grain from the stores they had collected in the summer. Then the Grasshopper knew:

It is best to prepare for the days of necessity

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Ode to my family

Understand the things I say
Don't turn away from me
'Cause I've spent half my life out there
You wouldn't disagree

Do you see me? Do you see?
Do you like me? Do you like me standing there?
Do you notice? Do you know?
Do you see me? Do you see me?
Does anyone care?

Unhappiness was when I was young
We didn't give a damn
'Cause we were raised
To see life as fine
Take it if we can

My mother, my ma
She hold me, she hold me
When I was out there
My father, my father
He liked me, oh he liked me,
Does anyone care?

Understand what I've become
It wasn't my design
And people everywhere
They sob, think better than I am

But I miss you, I miss --
'Cause I liked it,
'Cause I liked it when I was out there
Do you notice? Do you know you did bad by me,
You did bad by --
Does anyone care?

Unhappiness was when I was young,
We didn't give a damn
'Cause we were raised
To see life as fine,
Take it if we can

My mother, my ma
She hold me, she hold me
When I was out there
My father, my father
He liked me, well he liked me,
Does anyone care? Does anyone care?
Does anyone care? Does anyone care?
Does anyone care? Does anyone care?
Does anyone care? Does anyone care?