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The unexpected song

Then a lady excuses herself to get into her seat just a couple of chairs away from me. But before she got off she told me that she wants to pray for me. And that prayer put me in a state of gratitude. Every word in her prayer are the exact things I’d like to be prayed for. She’s like reading my heart. It was amazing how she was able to do it. Everything is just spot on.

When you love her…

Love is a language we all speak. It is universal. It is visceral. It gives us a sense of significance. But a love misunderstood with ego destroys a life of purpose.
I was once a boy. I was once in love. And I was attached to the feelings. It was addictive. It was self-centered. It was unquenching. It was a zig and zag road. My entire existence I have mistaken it for truly loving. It was painful. It was dull. And it was unnecessary.

An open Letter to my future Bride

Happiness is dancing in the rhythm of your soul. That is why I encourage you to fill your life with experiences that will nourish your inner being. I urge you to be whole in the love of God. I know life may throw a different game at you, and I am sorry for not being there (yet). But take heart and grow in faith. Let us find our path towards maturity that we may never rely on each other for validation. Neither you nor I can complete each other for in the love of Christ; We are already made whole.

Empty

On each breath I take is an empty space

Filled with love and mercy born from His grace

It is sad to be alone

They said it is sad to be alone,
let me count the reasons why…

The Man who made me believe

Friday night, you took an exceptional life – the love of my life, the mother of my son – but you will not have my hatred. I don’t know who you are and I don’t want to know, you are dead souls. If this God, for whom you kill blindly, made us in his image, every bullet in the body of my wife would have been one more wound in his heart.

My last ticket to dance

My foot awoke and breathe its own life
My hands groove under the ryhtm of the night

…in between

You wake up in the morning
then sleep when its evening
have you wonder what lie’s
what’s there in between