tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60669250227154810812011-07-08T04:21:04.386-07:00Life stories for my children.Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-63604504971687651652010-02-06T23:50:00.000-08:002010-02-07T00:05:36.141-08:00

Lord here I am, and all I can seeA vision of fear, crying uncertaintySearching for love, scared and unsureShe’s longing to be…safe and secureChoosing to walk, a path all her ownOnly to find that she’s still aloneWith more pain to bear, than ever beforeBut nothing compared to the pain that you boreChorus:The air turned cold when he turned awayHer daddy left her on that dayShe hurts and now she

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Lookin at meI see the way I’m temptedQuickly to turnMy back on HimI’m given in to itCan’t bear to seeGod help me battle through itWhen will I learn?I don’t wanna doubtI need a way out of it!U-turn away from me -and you’re headedStraight for your misery -On your ownU -Turn to me and I’ll be all that I AM180 degrees, and never alone.What does it mean?I want to know the answer!Never to burn…Is there

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ChristianWhy did you lead me astray?I always listen to you.You shouldn’t treat me that way!I want a reason!For all the things that go wrongAnother verse to my songTo keep me goin onYou said you would lead me!You said I could follow you there!Now you’ve gone….and left me…..I don’t care!SeekerI know that hurt in your eyesI’m only human my friendYou put me up there too high.You want a reason?You

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There’s a place I’m goinNo real way of knowinWhere the wind is blowin meOne more step in timeEach day an adventureLivin life for pleasureStorin up my treasures justOne more every timeThe days go on and onIt never seems enoughI can’t get there on my ownThe journey’s just too rough.Time passes quickly byI can’t stopI can’t go backSuddenly I realizeThere’s more to life than that.There’s a place I’m

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Looking back in his rearview mirrorWorld’s demands on him are what he fears.What’s there to show for the years?He knows there’s more out there.Looking back in her rearview mirrorChildren screaming -ringing in her earsShe loves them soBut needs to go and get somewhereSo little time left in this world…..I’m -Running low with my fingers curled andDriven awaythis day, has been to longI really can’t

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-2361305933491189542008-01-23T21:18:00.000-08:002008-07-24T21:48:09.585-07:00

"What was Grandpa like?""How come you never talk much about Him?"Good question.Lets' see....I remember beady sweat dripping down his face when he was cooking cracklins, cabbage soup or grillin steaks. He made popcorn on the stovetop with a kettle and paper bagin' and cowboy pinto beans and ham that were darn worth the braggin.I remember the soft pink bottoms of his stinky white feet, and the

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-67565914902236621682008-01-15T20:45:00.000-08:002008-01-24T00:06:36.500-08:00

What kind of fool was I?Always looking for the best in you.Knowing what they'd say,that you would have your way,and anyone would do.I wouldn't believe it's true.I would only see the best in you.Different one on one,when all was said and done,I knew it wasn't you.Two sides to every story.Two natures deep within.Our hearts are for His Glory,but our creature side is gory,and it hates to see the

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-23844459294803093452008-01-08T23:56:00.000-08:002008-01-24T00:06:58.277-08:00

God is good to give you a little girl.There is nothing more humbling thana little girl who loves her daddy.You will be her hero you know.Soon she will walk to you,and then run to you with energyand life and light that breaksthrough the fog left behindfrom a world of chaosto sweet serenity and complete wonder.It won’t be long before mama’s baby girlwill be daddy’s little girl,and daddy’s girl she’

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-71170526318449560192007-12-12T21:54:00.000-08:002008-01-24T00:07:13.243-08:00

This rugged road leads somewhere.I'm not sure when I'll get there butI'm looking to my Lord now.I know I can't afford to loose my way. . .The time has come for me tolead the life that I must lead.Now is never too late to make upfor the past mistakes that I have made."Lord lift me up when I am down.Place my feet back on solid ground.I turn my life over to you,and ask for forgiveness too.Father I

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-47696512696759872592007-12-10T22:06:00.000-08:002008-01-24T00:07:30.200-08:00

Este ruboso caminolleva a alguna parte y noestoy seguro cuando ahi llegarepero ahora estoy mirandoa mi senor y se queno puedo conceder perder mi camino.El tiempo a llegado para mia llevar la vida que debo llevar,y ahora nunca es muy tardepara hace por todos los erroresque he hecho.Si vivo mi vida para Cristo Jesusquien inocente sangre fue sacrificadopor lo que conocemos hoyun mundo de pecadoy muy

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-10263104765393299172007-12-08T21:57:00.000-08:002008-01-30T08:06:31.702-08:00

I'd like to tell you a story about a guy that I once knew. You can ask anyone who knew him then, if this story is not true.As a boy he was resentful of other kids in school who brought their lunch in neatly wrapped brown paper bags and never broke the rule. They had no patches on their pants and wore different clothes each day. At recess, they seemed so content when they would go out to play.As

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-91729362047398186742007-12-07T23:01:00.000-08:002008-01-24T00:08:07.189-08:00

There is a feeling that I've never had before.It started once I knew that you were from the Lord.A blessing that I only hoped to ever find.Something better than I ever had in mind.Gods' own hand was in control.On my own I'd still be lookingFor someone to make me whole.And He knew just what I would need.Unselfish love that leads meback to the Lord again.Where is the feeling that was there in times

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-53910515168447193852007-12-05T22:05:00.000-08:002008-01-24T00:08:20.667-08:00

Look at the children nowthey're prayingto a God they know,they love Him so....where will they be years from now?I can remember when I was that young.He was there.Like a story book hero.I took what He gave me all for granted.Yet, He delivered me from my misery,and gave me life.A life that's worth knowing.I know it seems hard to seehow He could be there whenit hurts so much inside.But in all that

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-227565147275326482007-11-25T22:33:00.000-08:002008-01-24T00:08:31.721-08:00

Let us take time to remember,a journey through a Winters' desert land.Creator God and King!A tiny helpless thing,received on earth by human hand.Let us take time to remember,the steadfast way this boy became a man.A life led without sin,when questioned by his kin declared,"I am here to do My Fathers' plan."Everlasting Love,comes down from above.God's only Son,Jesus Christ the risen one.A Love you

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She said, "What else do you do?"with a perplexed look of, "why?,"after I told her,"I stay at home.... with my children."I gathered myself and composeda far more suitable reply,to appease her,this most intelligent human."I am a personal chef, a fine seamstress,a nurse, and a music instructor....a librarian, teacher, motivational speaker,guidance counselor, composer, conductor.""I am a life guard,

Eddiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755466325137322892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6066925022715481081.post-49713779081446919392007-07-30T21:00:00.000-07:002008-01-24T00:09:22.049-08:00

!A que volar!Al través el oceánico azul.entre el mar,donde fatigado por el viaje,el evangélico viajar sevolver a dar su cuerpo vigor.La alma salvar,firmando y sellado por El.La jornada hablar,de la nueva vida a un muerto,El sangría y El cuerpo.Dentro La Palabra y El Amor.Hacer revivir,la memoria de amistades.Extranjeros venir,nadie conocía una a la otra.Detalles no sabia ni alguna cosa,pero no

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Jr. High.Center stage today, on top of the world.Laughing stock tomorrow plagued and scorned.Body changing. Burdens to bear.Wild Moods, stealing, lying, fighting like betas to the death!Not a good time to loose your Daddy.New friends in the library at lunch time.High school.Discovering strengths and weaknesses.To admire and be admired. To need and be needed.Bonding. Depth… and hilarity, found in

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