I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce you to Chantell O. A relatively new writing friend who has helped me a great deal converting my blog to it's current format with 3 columns.
She's a New Yorker and everybody knows I love NYC. Her link is just below, I recommend you drop by for a visit, the girl can sing too. She is also on my blogroll here.
Chantell's Triond profile.
You are special.
That's why I let you.
Into my thoughts.
You are the greatest.
I am going to try and break this,
Down without any sound.
You are intelligent.
Don't forget it.
You are wonderful.
We all can be powerful.
You are a genius.
I mean this.
You and I are frequent writers.
But have different ways to inspire.
You are real.
You know cause of the pain you feel.
You are tough.
But, some will still call your bluff.
You are articulate.
Some will get sick of it.
You have a voice.
You like to sing.
You can do anything that pops into your brain.
That is the only thing that makes us the same.
You can inspire.
Someone will admire.
You are Blessed.
This life, is God's test.
maranatha on Aug 5, 2009
"I am the Potter, and you are the clay…."
Image via Wikipedia
A small lump of dross rolled around in the clay
Frantically trying to improve his appeal
His metal was hard; he did many things well
Yet when mirrored, he saw what others could feel
He was nowhere near perfect, nor could he refine
The dross that shot through him and made him unclean
And ruled every action of body and mind.
Then the silversmith spoke to the small lump of dross,
And said, there is silver all through you, I know.
For I Am the smith, and if you will just trust,
I can clean out the dross till you’re clean as new snow.
Yes, I Am the smith, and your silver is true
With my help, you will see what your worth truly is
In time, you will be a most wonderful you.
Said the dross, I have tried every way that I know
To clean out the dross, I’ve given it my best.
You are the smith, and to you I will bend
So find all this silver you say I possess;
Mold me and make of me what I should do
A shining example; a light to this world,
A perfect and simple reflection of you.
Said the smith, do you know what you ask of me here?
For virtue is gained through temptation and test;
No race worth running is won without work,
And so many failures precede your true best.
You don’t need to be perfect; for I’ll be there too
To help on the way, provide tools that you need,
And carry you when the road caves under you.
And so the small lump, with this promise endowed,
Chose a new road to follow, and measured his pace.
From his failures he learned; and confidence grew
As the dross began fading through each trial he faced.
The silversmith worked with moves strong and sure
Till the picture he saw when he looked closely there
Was his visage reflected, holy and pure.
For this is the worth of each fine little lump;
By ourselves we are dross, and for heaven not fit.
And how can we live with a most perfect God
If we are not so when we come to it?
So he gives us redemption; then for us he fights
By removing the dross till all that remains
Is fine silver, so worthy of Heaven’s delights.
OK I'm still Captain around these parts so here's my contribution:
I Love You I’m Sorry (English Version)
Bo Jack Russo on Oct 24, 2009
I love you
I love you
I love you
I’m sorry we were fighting last night
Yelling was my fault
I loved you yesterday
And until the end of time
Thank you Sandahl Bergman - Man it was a long time ago. Maybe the early 80s? Yeah that sounds right so let's go with it. It was the wary 80s, I was maybe 13 or 14, give or take. Whate...
4 weeks ago