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one stroke of his brush: September 2011
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Saturday, September 17, 2011. We'll never be ready,. For the days ahead. As much as we hope. To prepare and scope. No, we'll never be ready. Like the dress made to fit. The candles will be lit,. But we'll never be ready. Cause love is a lesson for all who find. A need for a reason to be unblind,. And love is something that grows in time,. Amidst the thorns upon the vine. To learn is to live,. Until we come home. And though we'll never be ready,. Love's made a way to the throne. Tuesday, September 13, 2011.
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one stroke of his brush: a name.
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Sunday, April 15, 2012. Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they'll let you down,. This mere human flesh we're all stuck in, it's so good at hiding the messes we've wound. Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they've done wrong,. This earthly existence, the nature of being, means birth with a wicked and selfish song. Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they've suffered,. And because of this natur...
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one stroke of his brush: April 2012
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Sunday, April 15, 2012. Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they'll let you down,. This mere human flesh we're all stuck in, it's so good at hiding the messes we've wound. Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they've done wrong,. This earthly existence, the nature of being, means birth with a wicked and selfish song. Give me a name and I'll tell you with certainty; be it a man or a woman- they've suffered,. And because of this natur...
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one stroke of his brush: October 2012
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Friday, October 5, 2012. Summer sands, dirty feet,. A smile was the first to meet,. Words came simply, easily. Time is a friend, for finding new ways,. Time is the book in which memories are made. And time is a curse, for losing what's got,. Time is the grave in which memories get lost. Winter ice, frozen fingers,. Words unspoken, thoughts in mime. Eyes don't know where to look,. And years past are nothing but time. Time is unchanging, consistent and true,. Time is the sun, time is the moon.
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one stroke of his brush: December 2011
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Saturday, December 24, 2011. Atmosphere, Tea, and a High King. Hello, dear Readers,. First of all, I ask you to forgive me for the haphazardness of this post. So many ideas and subjects for writing have been swirling around in my head the last couple of days… so please, bear with me. Here is a blog post from 367 days ago:. Http:/ onestrokeofhisbrush.blogspot.com/2010 12 01 archive.html. Who hates sin and loves his creation? A God who is jealous for our hearts, and vicious toward his enemies? For to us a ...
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one stroke of his brush: a jump of the heart
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Wednesday, November 28, 2012. A jump of the heart. My song has changed,. It's bitter and sweet. A strange melody,. Completely new to me. With just a jump of the heart,. And a blink of the eye,. And i'm wonderin' why. My hearts been deceived,. And my mind's not at rest,. I'm unfaithful, and weary,. But you still choose to bless. My heart's native tongue,. Now is foreign, incomplete. But in this desert of defeat,. You're a spring of relief. With just a jump of the heart,. And a blink of the eye,.
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one stroke of his brush: February 2012
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Thursday, February 23, 2012. I wasn't made for you. I wasn't created for your silly ways, and evil schemes. You are full of pain, pride, and all sorts of perplexities. Good try, but no thanks. I have really been thinking lately about who I am, who 'we' are as people, as humans- but for the sake of ease and no hard feelings, I'll just talk about me and my mess here…. I do plenty of things. I act plenty of ways. I'm seen in many different ways. But, I am not. What I do. I am not. How I act. I am not. Yes, ...
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one stroke of his brush: somber saturday
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Saturday, July 7, 2012. Found this piece jotted down in my journal from a few months ago. Funny. I still relate. If I don't write, my mind may explode,. But once I get started it's a long, long road. Cause you see, I've got feelings; thoughts, even needs,. They're all trapped inside- just dying to be freed. Now the problem lies between mind and fingers-. There's a disconnect that leaves thoughts to linger. Cause I can't empty them out, like a bag full of trash-. July 7, 2012 at 11:33 PM. But lately, Ive ...
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one stroke of his brush: November 2011
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Monday, November 14, 2011. Annnd…. there goes a month. Dear readers… anyone there? I cannot blame you for not coming around anymore… I'm sorry for abandoning my little corner of cyberspace for so long. Life is flying by and I miss having the time to spend on personal creative endeavors. And lately, I've so longed to write. Alas, I cannot seem to find much spare time to set apart for it, among the many other creative pursuits. Michael's blog post: Zombies, Wine, and Christian Music. Peace and Blessings,.
