The church of today is as bold as is strong
But by the grace of God could we be doing it wrong

Do we serve other's with softened hearts
Or with fists of pride mixed with hardened thoughts

We see the world as it is in its unrest
Having played our own parts in the reason this

Standing by watching in feigned righteous rage
Not giving love time in which to have its say

We see the world in the worst of fallen states
Yet fail to realize that we're much the same

We must stand apart as the hour grows late
But in God's righteous love and not man's sinful hate

For the world shows itself as it's always been
The problem with us is that we've fallen in

And how can we save those from the pits of Hell
If looking at us they see only themselves

i am becoming content
with

silence
in a world where silence
is often very

disquieting


i am becoming content
with silence
in a world that demands
to be heard


i am content
being silent
sometimes it is nice
just to sit back
and listen

i am content
in your silence
because words
are not always
necessary

the world is filled with so much noise
and not all of it is worth listening to

can you be content in silence?
can you be content being silent?
are you content with my silence?

as i sit here in silence i ask
these questions
but i receive no answers



only silence.

In the memory of those who gave their young lives for our freedom

In Flanders fields red poppies grow
To line the graves of boys so young
Who lie in thousands buried in Flanders clay
Boys whom for our tomorrow they gave their today
Now just memories but kept alive
By the blood red poppies of Flanders fields

I’ve always wanted to have a friend
Someone who’d be there until the end
A companion through moments of hardship
Not a deserter who just decides to skip

I’ve always wanted to have a friend
Someone who’s loyalty would never bend
Together with trustworthiness and honesty
He’s not a deceitful liar who just manipulates me

I’ve always wanted to have a friend
To have a bond no price could comprehend
For neither money, nor jewelry could ever replace
A friendship’s bond, an everlasting embrace

Sometimes, when I watch the stars
I wonder if they watch us too

I wonder if we, humans, amaze them
Grace the view that they see
Sparkle a light that they admire
Or maybe otherwise
I wonder if we scare them
Upset their lives with our presence
Disgust them with our dark hearts

I wonder if they deem us a splendid beauty
Or a horrible horrible mistake

How long is the regret

That it is always at the end?

There is something magical
yet frightening
about awakening
to a new day--
on the one hand
I'm alive
and ready to
go in search of a way
to make it through
to live
to survive
until tomorrow
finally comes
but on the other hand
I ache at times
to just hear
the beating, the rhythm
of the death toll drums--

why am I here?
keeps droning on and on
through my soul
and everywhere I look
I search others' eyes
hoping that if they know
they will fill me in,
give me a clue
so that perhaps one day
something will come through
instead of dread and fear
whenever I look off in the distance
or even gaze at what's near--
perhaps today life will give to me
a brand new way
to open my eyes and really see?
by Ami Shae