Jan 21, 2006 14:52
Wrap it up, tie it up,say what you will.
But its you my friend who created the pill.
Swallow it, choke on it, feel its sting.
The sting you love but profess to hate.
It your turn baby, I call your shot.
You waited a lifetime, now its what you got.
Its your turn baby, feel free while you can.
Today's sorrow creates tomorrow's man.
You can't say its no one's fault
When you knew you had it all.
I guess all to you is average at best.
Not me but you created this mess.
I never imagined I would ever stay at church till 4:30 in the morning, but sometimes time doesn't matter I suppose. I had a lot of fun doing not much of anything.
Life is great when you realize that its not God thats needs to speak to you, but you who need to hear him. The Almighty always has something to say. Here, there, anywhere, it doesn't matter. Nor does it matter the source, direct, threw song, laughter, the Bible. The God of all I'm sure speaks threw all he created. Our ears turn deaf, not his lips go mute.