I don't want my life to be
amazing, i just want it
to be happy...

who does not like the feeling
that we are all protected
by our guardian angels

however

as the ancient Greeks
    and after them
Benjamin Franklin & others
maintained

God helps those
who help themselves

The scars are real, everyone loses ones that they Love.
The Pain that never goes away is real as well too.
But Christ is there strengthening us through this.
For we all have to deal with Loss, and Suffering.
For we all deal with Pain, Sorrow, and Hurt.
This is what causes Depression among other things.
Only through Christ , can we become Over comers.
For it's him that lead us out of terrible situations.
We all have things that we have to deal with Daily.

I want to Speak Life into your Life.
I want to Love upon you with Christ love.
I want to always be there for you in all times.
I want to thank you for all that you do here.
I want to be blind and deaf to all of your..
Faults, Errors, and to all of your mistakes too.
I want to Bless you when you are feeling sad.
I want to help you when all else has abandon you.
I want to thank you for everything that you have done.

It was a Thursday night
As dull as mud
And the guy I was with
Was as much fun as a broken tv
Then this bloke came into the bar
Who knew my companion
And came to join us
He said to our mutual friend,
"Eyup, Brooksy.
D'yer fancy gettin' ******?"
Brooksy sat there moaning
With a face like a slapped ****
"Nah...I'm workin' in the morniin'"
I, who was also working next day
Said, "I'll get ****** with yer."
And a lasting friendship was born

Now, my mate and me
Both needed the kind of friend
Who would calmly say
"Now hang on....that's not clever."
But instead we were both the sort
That said, "Yea, let's do it.
It'll be a laugh!"
Which led to dubious adventures
Sometimes things got dangerous
And others just plain daft
But I have to say, on the whole
It usually was a laugh

                                      By Phil Roberts

not only for Christians
ideas of coming back to life

    like older myths
    of fertility and rebirth

are infinitely attractive

My mind is split between
A broken body or a
Good nights sleep...
A few more drinks
Or dimes on my check
Hickeys on my neck
Or ink on the paper
Cutting down trees, at least,
Puts money in the bank
I've got a sinking feeling, that
Sand's sliding beneath my feet
The reapers shadow cast
Upon the hour glass, so deceiving...
Had me believing that
I could escape mortality.