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Monthly Archives: June 2008

Somebody’s Baby

She yells
If you’re homeless sure
As hell you’d be drunk
Or high or trying to get there
Or begging for junk

When people don’t want you
They just throw you money for beer
Her name was November
She went by Autumn or Fall
It was seven long years
Since the Autumn
When all of her nightmares
Grew fingers
And all of her dreams
Grew a tear

She’s somebody’s baby
Somebody’s baby girl
She’s somebody’s baby
Somebody’s baby girl
She’s somebody’s baby still

She screams
Well if you’ve never gone it alone
Well then go ahead
You better throw the first stone
You got one lonely stoner
Waiting to bring to her knees
She dreams about heaven
Remembering Hell
As the nightmare she visits
And knows all to well
Every now and again
When she’s sober
She brushes her teeth

Today was her birthday
Strangely enough
When the cops found her body
At the foot of the bluff
The anonymous caller this morning
Tipped off the police
They got her ID
From the dental remains
The same fillings intact
The same nicotine stains
The birth and the death
Were both over
With no one to grieve



At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes — all you need is one.
-One Tree Hill…

‘To be nobody-but-yourself – in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else – means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.'”
E.E. Cummings

Do you ever wonder if we make the moments in our lives or if the moments in our lives make us?”
-One Tree Hill

when a door opens
does that mean we should
walk through?

Have you ever wondered why??

Why do we do the things we do?
Why is the sky blue?
why do we talk to the ppl we talk to?
Why get up in the morning?
why work?
why read the Bible?
why go to church?
why laugh?
why study?
why feel?
why cry?
why pray?
why aren’t we more tolerant of ppl?
why love?
Why smile?
Why talk about ppl behind their back?
Why lie?
Why steal?
Why hate?
Why cheat?
Why get hurt?
Why do we find it so easy to talk about nothing yet so hard to share the gospel?
Why is there so much hate in the world?
Why is bad news more popular than good?

why… Why … WHY??

What if??
What if we stopped?
What if we questioned ourselves?
What if we no longer did things we have always done, just because we have always done them?
What if we stopped and thought about others for a moment?
What if we put others first for a change?
What if we realised that the world doesn’t revolve around us?
What if we didnt do the things we do?
would anyone notice?
Would anyone care?

How much of what we do actually counts?
How much of what we do actually helps someone else?
How much of what we do is truthfully unselfish?
Is anything we do totally unselfish?

would it even matter?

What does God think of us?
What would Jesus do?
Do we ever really ask these questions and wait long enough to hear the answer… even tho its not usually what we want to hear?

To keep or not to keep
That is the question?

I have not much
To offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still I come
Because Your cross
Has placed in me my worth

And I know I’m weak
I know I’m unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace
Because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed

Here I am at Your feet
In my brokeness complete

-Unashamed – Starfield