For my enemies |
Psalm 23A psalm of David. 1 The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not be in want. 2 He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, 3 he restores my soul. He guide...
Posted by on Sat, 12 Sep 2009 07:53:00 GMT |
My friend Adversity and his friends. |
Dam, having breakfast this morning and adversity just came in without knocking. Sit down adversity. I was cooking some food, would you like something to eat? As I got ready to close the door, he broug...
Posted by on Sat, 05 Sep 2009 10:24:00 GMT |
Meet my friend Adversity. |
Meet my friend. People give a round of applause? (Adversity) Why so quiet? Why are the clouds on the edge of transformation? Why the seas and oceans beginning to form small ripples from the deep ends?...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Sep 2009 21:31:00 GMT |
A storm in the bending rode |
Why this Photo? This is were it all started. Its been a long time coming. Another chapter, hmmmm if thats what you want to call it. I call it a bend in the rode. There was a storm in the begin...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Jul 2009 00:02:00 GMT |
Check out this video: Lets Not Play The Game |
Check out this video: Lets Not Play The Game
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jun 2009 21:09:00 GMT |
Check out this video: May it be-Celtic Woman-Love it! |
Check out this video: May it be-Celtic Woman-Love it!
Posted by on Sun, 12 Apr 2009 21:51:00 GMT |
From Friend to family. |
There a person on my profile went from friend to family long long long time ago. It started back in my home town before I new about myspace. First, this person is honest with me and didnt lie to me s...
Posted by on Thu, 19 Mar 2009 12:57:00 GMT |
Love in the last days. |
(2Timothy 3:1-9) 1But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. 2People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungratefu...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 19:03:00 GMT |
A slow turn with fast movement. |
I will be dress in all black when its time to leave this life to start over. The most important part will be when I turn and leave. As my head turn, a blur, smear of the past time left like vapors in...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 22:53:00 GMT |
4 Seasons of Purged |
Im walking through the forest of silence. Every brush of leaves from my foot steps is a lost memory. The wind sweep across the forest floor, a slight shake of every tree limb, grips the heart of what...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 18:44:00 GMT |
