I don't know if I was a funny kid. I would say I was a loud and weird kid.
That gloomy outside, like a rusty chest, contains the shoring treasure of a soul resolved and brave.
For secrets are edged tools, And must be kept from children and from fools.
Errors like straws upon the surface flow, Who would search for pearls to be grateful for often must dive below.
The love of liberty with life is given, And life itself the inferior gift of Heaven.
Luxurious kings are to their people lost, They live like drones, upon the public cost.
Desire of power, on earth a vicious weed, Yet, sprung from high, is of celestial seed: In God 'tisglory; and when men aspire, 'Tis but a spark too much of heavenly fire.
I'm gonna sing, and I'm going to make me a lot of money.
To do a drawing for a painting most often means doing something very sketchy and schematic and then later making it polished.
The church seeks to help form people who can risk being peaceful in a violent world, risk being kind in a competitive world, risk being faithful in an age of cynicism, risk being gentle among those who admire the tough, risk love when it may not be returned, because we have the confidence that in Christ we have been reborn into a new reality.
The Soul is a stranger trying to find a Home somewhere that is not a where.