
of childhood diamonds flood thoughts./
Joy’s eye gleam returns.
I will respect her/
enough to back away, while/
Facing her with hope.
OR
I will respect her/
enough to back away, yet/
still face her with hope.
In your darkest hour,/
fall on your knees, bow your head/
and seek His love’s light.
You will feel most lost/
right before you’re found, darkest/
just before His dawn.
He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.
Yes, I know PHO is NOT pronounced “FOE”, but it looks like it should be.
To my daughter in the Emergency Room, hungry:
Oh, No!
I won’t bring Pho.
We have to go
get some!
(Not Dim Sum)
Donchaknow?!?
We must understand/
the difference between where we/
are and who we are.
Why do we care when/
we’re different? God wants us to/
be. Satan doesn’t.
I would like to claim/
I’m a closet romantic,/
but I’m surely not.