The Rose

Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.

Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you it’s only seed.

It’s the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance

It’s the one who won’t be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.

And the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.

Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the sun’s love,
In the spring, becomes a rose.

Whats more important

I was asked a question tonight and I thought that I would answer it in blog form.

The question was very general and could mean anything really when you think about it...

The first and foremost thing that I would think that would come to my mind would be God Almighty. He is the most important thing right now. Everything else comes afterwards.
Sometimes I just don't understand how some people can just assume things...
I mean just because you do something differently than before doesn't mean that your heart has changed does it??? I don't know...

Does sitting in the back pew of the church make you any different than the person that is sitting on the front pew or on the platform???? I don't think so. God treats us all as equals and you can feel God just as much in the back row as right up front in center.

Im too tired to finish this right now so Im going to bed.