A fistful of time...
Saw the doing and the undoing
of misguided hands.

A fistful of words...
Hurled in exchange,
like expended rounds that
drew more than they should.

A fistful of life...
Taken for granted
and traded in for
forgotten sands.

A fistful of heart...
Wrung dry by familiar digits...
Suffocating still...
Like I knew it would.

Today, Live deeply and Love deeply always.
Today is the beginning of the rest of your life.
Today, Love upon a stranger whom needs it.
Today, spend time with an Lonely person.
Today, Love and help someone who has nothing.
Today, you can bring complete Joy to someone.
Today, share Christ , with a dying lost Soul.
Today, spread Love , Christ Love with someone.
Today, Always Love others with unconditional Love.

You are a beautiful soul, that Christ Loves.
You are a beautiful soul, that Christ created.
You are a beautiful soul, that needs Christ.
You are a beautiful soul, that lives today.
You are a beautiful soul, that Christ protects.
You are a beautiful soul, that Loves freely.
You are a beautiful soul, that blesses me.
You are a beautiful soul, that loves Christ.
You are a beautiful soul, that been saved.

Through His eyes, you are his Loving child.
Through His eyes. you are right on track.
Through His eyes, you are truly Blessing.
Through His eyes, you are very Loved.
Through His eyes, He is Blessing others.
Through His eyes, your Battle is already won.
Through His eyes, you are more than a Warrior.
Through His eyes, you are already in Heaven.
Through His eyes, you belong to him forever.

now cast aside by pyrrah’s glowing fire,
bereft and waste, his wild heart never tamed,
long flown away, burnt out upon the pyre
that winter's teary passion once inflamed.
apollo’s chariot climbs in the east,
and delphi’s altar calls with prayers and songs,
while chilly mortals long for summer’s feast
bewildered by sad winter’s sorry wrongs.
the spring draws near upon the roman shore,
and laughter fills the streams, an aerie choir,
while my new lover hammers at the door
seducing me with roses from the briar.
slow winter pulses quicken and awake,
and love, sweet love, will give and then forsake.

Letting go of all of this here hurt, that I held inside.
As I feel the breaking of the chains that I once in.
Feeling the beautiful Sighing of those that are Free.
I keep praying that one day soon I shall join them.
In their Beautiful Joyous songs sung to our King.
I know that he has freed me from much already.
So I know that soon I shall be freed of it all.
For he has already saved me from alot of it.
Yet there is much left to be freed from here.
Yet I know that through his Faithfulness.
He shall rescue me from all of these chains.
That hold me prisoner at this very moment.

Here I am, so many times I fail you Lord.
Here I am, still standing through it all.
Here I am, even though I should be dead.
Here I am, still standing through it all.
Here I am, even though not because of me.
Here I am, because Christ has strengthen me.
Here I am, falling upon my knees in gratitude.
Here I am, a very broken man whom you use.
Here I am, even though I have fail you so much.