Just Because

Submitted by KatieSara on Fri, 01/22/2010 - 18:58

Just because you said "don't"
I'll do it anyways
I know it bugs you, which is why I won't
Ever get off your case

Just because you said so,
I'll make an argument
Just for the fun of fighting
About whatever it is you said

Just because that's the way I roll
You're my friend, really you are
It's just that this is so much more fun
Than being nice to you, by far

The Need To Cry

Submitted by Mairead on Fri, 01/22/2010 - 13:36

 

 

Only thirteen--how?

How could her lack of grace 

keep her from recognizing Your face?

Pain and shame, with no one to clear the blame.

This fallen little girl has seen the world

now she's hates her very name.

 

So much for love and respect on earth,

shattered and torn by a broken life,

calling out unconsciously for new birth,

wanting to see the meaning of paradise. 

 

Only eighteen--why?

Why in his strife with noise

was he able to block out Your voice?

Standing By Me

Submitted by Joanna-J on Fri, 01/22/2010 - 03:24

 

The light on the water,

Stars shining in heaven,

The moon in the leaves,

And you’re standing by me.

Standing by me,

You’re standing by me.

By the side of the river

In the midst of the woods,

There at my side,

You’re standing by me.

 

For better or worse,

Through life until death,

To love and to cherish,

Heir of Dishonor, Chapter Four: At the Sign of the Dragon's Horn

Submitted by LoriAnn on Thu, 01/21/2010 - 21:47

 
Barlow trudged into Morris as dusk fell, hungry and cold for yet another evening, just as he had been for countless evenings for countless days previously.
“After this job, I’m retiring,” he muttered to himself, stepping around a pile of horse manure and wading through the crowds. He felt like a fish swimming upstream, as most of the merchants and farmers were heading out of the city.

God Is Great

Submitted by Joanna-J on Thu, 01/21/2010 - 19:21

 

God is greatly to be praised,

For he Christ from death hath raised.

 

He is the triune and almighty God,

Adam he made from the sod.

 

He is God almighty throughout the heavens,

Sing to him with joyful hymns.

 

All things that on the earth do live,

 To him your praise now give.

 

The mighty trees of cedar high,

They show that he is always nigh.

 

The tender fern so meek and low,

Murmurs that he made them so.

 

Risk

Submitted by Bernadette on Thu, 01/21/2010 - 18:52

 

Pieces green and yellow tumble out;

The map is laid; the boxes closed.

In Greenland green is placed,

And yellow down in Congo.

Green has Great Britain

And Siam is yellow,

While neutral piles out

Blue as usual.

Green calls out attack.

Dices roll out, six to two,

Yellow has lost; Brazil is gone.

Blue is attacked on Iceland,

Which is too small for a pile of armies.

Yellow has Asia, except for Japan,

Which neutral is owning.

Green has America,

Even down to the south.