You didn't choose me, I didn't choose you
I'm now thinking that's for the best
It was God above that chose the both of us
And I'm so glad that he did

That God had a hand in this whole affair
From the very foundation of time
With no guess arranging the past of those who met
So one day your hand would find mine

Because in everything there is a purpose
As it all fits inside God's ultimate plan
He has crossed all the T's dotted all the I's with ease
There is nothing that is done by chance

Every encounter a divine intervention
With God steering at the helm
Yes, it was God that chose the both of us
Too blessed to have been anyone else...

"I thought you might enjoy this dvd about St. Francis," said Emily Scott, glancing curiously about the living room which looked like it had come out of "Better Homes and Gardens". However did the Detweilers not only manage to keep everything immaculate,but afford such extravagant furniture? Which is why it would prove enlightening to know what she thought of St. Francis.
A week later she called Regina Detweiler on the phone. " Well, how was the dvd? Did you like it?"
    "Oh, it was awesome... my husband and I throughly enjoyed it."
    "You mean... you agree with his philosophies?"
     "Philosophies? Hmmm. Oh, that! Well, he-uh- lived a long time ago."

Her kisses were moonshine
and bullets, three shots
to the heart, like a rose
on the canvas of morning,
like art, an eyelash on a poem
that always makes me pause,
three xs at the bottom of a page.

lonely is an artist
when he crafts his work,
lonely is an artist
when they need a muse,
lonely is an artist
when she basks in misery,
lonely is an artist
when lost in ones tragedy,
lonely is an artist
among their greatest work,
lonely is an artist
in their happiness,
lonely is an artist
when they craft their best.