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Friday, 24 March 2006

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    Face of Love
    By Sanctus Real
    "I'm Not Alright"
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    How am I?

    A common question/greeting is "How are you doing?"  Most of the time the question is rhetorical, but a lot of people do genuinely want to know.  I honestly do not know what to say or how to answer people right now.  Communication of such deep emotions and hurt is hard, even if the other person has an idea of what I am feeling.  Fortunately, I do not have to always come up with the words all by myself.  Scripture helps a lot.  I feel the pain and lost of Job, but the fire and drive of Paul.  Songs have said a lot to me too.  I have always listened to the lyrics of music and its meaning.  There is a group called Sanctus Real that really answers "How am I doing" the best (please understand I still see and feel God's goodness):

     If weakness is a wound

    That no one wants to speak of
    Then "cool" is just how far we have to fall
    I am not immune
    I only want to be loved
    But I feel safe behind the firewall
    Can I lose my need to impress?
    If you want the truth, I need to confess
     
    I'm not alright
    I'm broken inside, broken inside
    And all I go through
    It leads me to you, it leads me to you
     
    Burn away the pride
    Bring me to my weakness
    Until everything I hide behind is gone
    And when I'm open wide
    With nothing left to cling to
    Only you are there to lead me on
    Cause honestly, I'm not that strong
     
    I'm not alright
    I'm broken inside, broken inside
    And all I go through
    It leads me to you, it leads me to you
     
    And I move, and I move, and I move...closer to you
    And I move, and I move, and I move...closer to you
    And I move, and I move, and I move...closer to you
    And I move, and I move, and I move...
     
    I'm not alright
    I'm broken inside, broken inside
    broken inside, broken inside
    And all I go through
    Leads me to you, leads me to you
     

    I'm not alright, I'm not alright, I'm not alright...that's why I need you

Wednesday, 15 March 2006

  • My Butterfly

    March 14, 2006

    One month after Brittany went to Heaven

    And the first poem I think I have ever written for someone.

     

    My Butterfly
     

     

    My butterfly came to me.

    She opened my eyes so I could see

    The love that one could feel for such as I.

    The same love that spurred our Lord to die.

     

    My butterfly was every thing and more

    That this world could offer, but could not store.

    She is the best gift that one could enjoy,

    Especially given to this grateful boy

     

    My butterfly brought out in me

    The man I always desired to be.

    She brought out strength and affection.

    In this way God showed his perfection.
     

    My butterfly had to leave one day.

    There was no choice, the Lord called her away.

    Unfortunate it is and confusing to me,
    She departed for a perfect place where we all long to be.
     

    My butterfly is now waiting to see

    How God will continue to use me.

    She is ahead and I must remain,

    Until that glorious day we meet again.

     

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