If we could fill the oceans with ink,

make the skys a scroll,

and if all men were scribes by trade.

 We could try to write the Fathers love

but the oceans would run dry,

and the skys would be filled

and it still could not compare

to His love 

well its about time for something new...

This is my prayer...

when i close my eyes, i want to see You
when i search my heart, i want to find You
when the troubles of the world set beside
when i sleep at night, i want to dream You
when i open my mouth, i want to breath You
You're the only thing that matters to me
come take my hand, i need You Lord!
You understand my broken chord
consume my mind with radiant light
until i find, You, Jesus Christ
i want to see, i want to hear
and i want to know
i want to dream, i want to breath
and i want to go
wherever You need me, wherever You lead me

"... the life you've been given is your gift from God and the life you live is your gift to God."

dont give Him a crappy gift...

so... if i were to say everything is going absolutely great...

would you believe me?