Rain pouring down, We turned in different directions.
I looked in my rearview mirror
To see you leaving me in the reflection
I turned around to clarify that the mirror image was true, but true it is, every time. Continual, inevitable déjà vu.

God is real, no matter how you feel.

"Never doubt in the dark what God told you in the light." -V. Raymond Edman

I've been asked, "what do you want to be?"
And the only thing i can respond with is, "I haven't been told yet. I'm waiting to get that memo from God."

God is the inventor. The Bible is the manual. Life is the machine. How do we make it work?

There's a ring wrapped around my wedding finger embedded with a cross to remind me of my commitment to god and his love that i always carry with me

I’ll clear my throat to say what I need to.
Speaking slowly so I tell how I mean to.
I’ve been undercover to find the me that has long been undiscovered.

I can’t speak through the tears that I’m trying to swallow.
My body is weak from being so long so hollow.

We make the heavens jealous.
We're perfect no matter what they tell us.

Hell is jealous of the rain.
I make even Satan envy for my pain.