YOU BY CHANTELL; HER FIRST CONTRIBUTION TO THE BO JACK EXPRESS!!

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
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.
Use it.
You like to sing.
Sang it.
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.

Chantell O

The Silversmith
maranatha on Aug 5, 2009

"I am the Potter, and you are the clay…."


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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





You know…

I love you

I love you

I love you

My love

I’m sorry we were fighting last night

Yelling was my fault

I loved you yesterday

Today, tomorrow

And until the end of time