Behold, He stands at the door and knocks,
Will any let this Servant in?
For He who drank the bitter cup
would sup with those He raised from sin.
Image from Dot Myl – Google PlusMy best friend is a live oak tree.
His branches shade and shelter me.
Beneath these arms of green, each day,
I come to sit and read and play.
Little boy blue, come throw your egg.
Your mom’s in the kitchen; just aim for her leg.
Where’s the little boy with the mischievous grin?
Why, he’s hatching a plan for his egg. Are you in?
My favorite person in the world
happens to be this birthday girl.
She understands my every thought,
agrees with me more oft than not,
respects my shifting paradigm,
and likes to hang out any time.
A little girl
A laugh, a sigh
A sparkle in
A soft, blue eye
No soul could walk this earth alone
and still emerge believing.
The fertile ground for faith is found
in giving and receiving.
Welcome, baby, to the world!
I wonder who you’ll be?
You are a miracle––God’s own,
a child of destiny.
there’s wisdom here
the power of three
the power of surf
and sand and sea
the power to kneel