God, why can't I be normal?
Why can't I be like everyone else?
I'm not popular. Nor am I handsome.
I don't have a girlfriend or ever have been.
in love before. I don't have a successful
career. And I don't appeal to many people.
Not to be ungrateful or anything.
I wish I was treated fairly.
I wish to finally be in love.
I wish to be more appreciative.
I wish to be more normal.
There was once a young soul I’ll call Jordan
He was a little on the wild side, a rebellious child
Most expected he’d someday know the warden
The one he’d answer to before being reconciled
Freedom, it seems, we often take it for granted
Like Jordan, I sometimes disregarded the rules
It took some time for me to grow where I was planted
I could be stubborn and obstinate, like the mules
But, like Jordan, who became a regular light in the end
I learned to live a life of kindness, caring about hearts
Thanks to the love that I carry with me, the forever friend
Who makes a way for Jordan and me, with grace off the charts…
Jordan became a preacher, the leader of many people
He carries hope inside his soul, a hope that grows and grows
Because of that long ago bible school beneath the church steeple,
He is a light to many who live in the dark – his love always shows…
Jesus is the One friend we can carry with us through every fear
Thanks to His love, there is grace beyond what we comprehend
It is grace that takes away our sin, wipes away every single tear
Reveals joy from believing in Him, the One who did ascend
You are like a pot,
pouring boiling hatefulness
on the enemies
you should be loving.
You may think you have ample light,
but without a core of love,
you are stumbling around
blindly in the darkness.
Where is your light?
Where is your city
on a hill?
Where is the generous
measure of love,
pressed down,
shaken together,
and running over?
You’re just hiding
Christ’s glorious lamp
under a bowl of hate.
Shine that lamp
on a stand made
of love, not hate.
Hate is the way to
rid salt of its saltiness,
then what do you do with the salt?
Praise God
you have been grafted,
now don’t let
your branches be pruned.
Please stop condemning
and judging unbelievers.
For Diane Christian,
One day I came across a cross,
Found myself at a complete loss;
What should message mean to me;
And pretty soon it was plain to see.
Cross was mirror and a reflection
To see Christ from every direction
I came to conclusion my conviction
Proved to world that I am a Christian.
Jim Horn
To my son christian from the moment i found out i was pragent with you i was so happy i cried inside from the first moment i felt your kick i knwe its wasnt a dream that yoou where all mine from the first time i seen your piture you were so cute inside.. from the moment i looked into your eyes my heart melted inside and i knew you were all mine... i knew all the long nights agian were all mine to but i didnt mind i loved from the moment i found out and i love you now now that your12 your a handsome young man and im so prond to call u my son
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