Now you may say God is good,
yet I just can't help but to differ,
for that God is not good,
but He is greater than good.
Greater than great, I may add,
because there no words
that can accurately describe
how great our God really is.
Now you can thumb through the pages
of all the dictionaries out there,
and you can thumb through the pages
of all the versions of the Bible,
and you can still not locate
that perfect word out there,
the one which describes God
in the truest possible meaning.
You can't do it. I can't do it.
All we can say is that God is great,
and He does great things for us
all the time, every time.

I love You every day,
I love You every way,
no matter what they say,
because You died for me.

I wish I could own a suit,
but I'm not talking about any suit.
I wish I could own a suit
that bore the colors of the tree
I so deeply admire, with flowers
on top making my mind swirl
with imagination, creating
all kinds of dreams I never had before.

I wish I could own a suit,
so I could show off my true colors
every place I'd go, whenever I'd want.
And if I could, I'd like to wear it
with me one day when I go to sleep
and wake up over my favorite tree.

If I could sing a song,
a song so beautiful
that it would mean something,
something for the whole world
to relate to, and for the world
to be filled with passion,
and with joy, and with deep comfort,
I would sing a lovely ballad,
one that would last a lifetime
a million times over.

And I would sing that song
just for you.

I was once asked
to give the names of three people
who have helped me
become the true poet that I am.

"Tough question," I thought.
But I pondered for a minute,
and then another minute,
and still, another minute.

Finally, I came to the conclusion
that nobody had helped me
become the true poet that I am.

So I looked at the young person that asked,
and I gave him my answer.
I said "Me, Myself, and I."

As my eyes intently gaze upon You,
I can see a light shine from up above,
which has to tell me what I know is true --
All the hurt, pain, and suffering thereof
has now gone with the wind, gone to the sea,
made forgotten, made to be history.

There is nothing greater
while listening to the radio
than a soothing love song
that will take your heart
to a direction in your life
you had never expected
to see yourself in before.

You become a different person,
different than that of the
person you had once been.
Reality turns into a dream,
a dream that stays with you
longer than the three minutes
the music is bound to run.

And when it is all over
you begin to think to yourself,
"What have I just become?"