I'm learning to believe that I don't have to prove a thing. 'Cause You're the one that's saving me!

Reassure me, somehow, that the life I have now is only the beginning.

I dont measure up to much in this life, but I'm a treasure in the arms of Christ. Because I am forgiven.

You are finally safe and warm, well and whole. You are home.

Lord, I believe, but help my unbelief.

Reassure me, somehow, that the life I have now is only the beginning.

Desperate. Broken. Lonely.

Being Alive

FRIENDS [frantically]:
Bobby...Bobby...Bobby baby...
Bobby bubbi...Robby...Robert darling...
Bobby, we've been trying to call you.
Bobby...Bobby...Bobby baby...Bobby bubbi...
Angel, I've got something to tell you.
Bob...Robbo...Bobby love...Bobby honey...
Bobby, we've been trying to reach you all day.
Bobby...Bobby...Bobby Baby...Angel...Darling...
The kids were asking--
Bobby...Bobby...Robert...Robby...Bob-o...
Bobby, there was something we wanted to say.
The line was busy...
Bobby...Bobby bubbi...
Bobby fella...Bobby sweetie--

ROBERT [speaking]: Stop!...What do you get? [Sings]
Someone to hold you too close,
Someone to hurt you too deep,
Someone to sit in your chair,
To ruin your sleep.

PAUL: That's true, but there's more to it than that.
SARAH: Is that all you think there is to it?
HARRY: You've got so many reasons for not being with someone, but
Robert,
you haven't got one good reason for being alone.
LARRY: Come on, you're on to something, Bobby. You're on to something.

ROBERT:
Someone to need you too much,
Someone to know you too well,
Someone to pull you up short
And put you through hell.


JOANNE: You're not a kid anymore, Robby. I don't think you'll ever
be a kid again, kiddo.
PETER: Hey, buddy, don't be afraid it won't be perfect. The only thing
to be afraid of really is that it won't be.
JENNY: Don't stop now. Keep going.

ROBERT:
Someone you have to let in,
Someone whose feelings you spare,
Someone who, like it or not,
Will want you to share
A little, a lot.

SUSAN: And what does all that mean?
LARRY: Robert, how do you know so much about it when you've never
been there?
HARRY: It's much better living it than looking at it, Robert.
PETER: Add 'em up, Bobby. Add 'em up.

ROBERT:
Someone to crowd you with love,
Someone to force you to care,
Someone to make you come through,
Who'll always be there,
As frightened as you
Of being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive.

AMY: Blow out the candles, Robert, and make a wish. *Want* something!
Want *something*!

ROBERT:
Somebody, hold me too close,
Somebody, hurt me too deep,
Somebody, sit in my chair
And ruin my sleep
And make me aware
Of being alive,
Being alive.

Somebody, need me too much,
Somebody, know me too well,
Somebody, pull me up short
And put me through hell
And give me support
For being alive,
Make me alive.

Make me confused,
Mock me with praise,
Let me be used,
Vary my days.
But alone is alone, not alive.

Somebody, crowd me with love,
Somebody, force me to care,
Somebody, make me come through,
I'll always be there,
As frightened as you,
To help us survive
Being alive,
Being alive,
Being alive!

It's Time

To start putting in my garden.

What should I grow?

Let me know?

(I'm a poet, and didn't know it)

Sometimes

I feel like this,

"Now how 'bout that then?
That what he can do!
That how he re-arrange himself,
that how he change!

Murder me God down in that basement,
murder my dreams so I stop wantin,
murder my hope of her returnin,
strangle the pride that make me crazy!
Make me forget so I stop grievin.
Scour my skin till I stop feelin.
Take me away cause I cain't be him,
take him away I cain't afford him.
Tear out my heart
Strangle my soul
Turn me to salt
A pillar of salt
a broken stone and then...

Caroline. Caroline.

From the evil he done, Lord,
set him free
set him free

set me free.

Don't let my sorrow
Make evil of me."

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Reach Out

To me
Make my heart brand new
Every beat will be for You.
For You.

And I know You know
You touched my life
When You took my heavy heart
And made it light.

When I got tired

of running from You
I stopped right there to catch my breath.
There Your words, they caught my ears.
You said, "I miss you son. Come home."
And my sins, they watched me leave
And in my heart I so believed
The love You felt for me was more than the love I wished for all this time.
And when the doors were closed
I heard no I-told-you-so's.
I said the words I knew You knew,
"Oh God, oh God I needed You
God all this time I needed You, I needed You."

One Word

Brilliant.



I think he takes out on me
What he wants to take out on you.



We couldn't be prouder
Please let me say it one time louder.

Cole Porter was a genius

Like the moon growing dim
on the rim of the hill
in the chill, still of the night

Does anybody out there even

Read this blog?

The ending is not the story

Why not restart the day? Let's say it never happened. Why won't the picture fit the frame?

Throw those bad hours away. Make like they never happened. Will our lives ever be the same?

I have no idea where my head was at

We are more than dust

We are more than just blood and emotions, inklings and notions, atoms on oceans.

Stirring in me

If I find in myself desires nothing in this world can satisfy,
I can only conclude that I was not made for here

If the flesh that I fight is at best only light and momentary, then of course I'll feel nude when to where I'm destined I'm compared

Am I lost or just less found
On the straight or on the roundabout of the wrong way

Is this a soul that stirs in me
Is it breaking free, wanting to come alive

Because my comfort would prefer for me to be numb
And avoid the impending birth of who I was born to become

Speak to me in the light of the dawn
Mercy comes with the morning

And I will sigh, and with all creation groan, as I wait for hope to come for me

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath
So we better breathe it

And I, I was made to live
I was made to love, I was made to know You

Hope is coming for me
Hope, He is coming

Happy St. Valentines Day

I suppose

That I should be posting more often on here.

I try.

But sometimes when I open the screen and set my fingers to begin to type, I just don't know what to say.

Perhaps I should just start typing......