Jesus Heals the Heart

Your time is like a house of cards,
Stands so tall, falls so hard,
And all your dreams lay in the yard,
Broken bits of show

Your days are windows, empty panes,
You mend the glass they break again,
And all the while that howling wind,
Bites and bitter blows.

But Jesus heals the heart you know,
When nothing's left that's good to know.
Look at me, I ought to know.

You paint your face; you paint your heart,
If you open up and fall apart,
Learned the hard way to be hard,
And live the lover's woe.

You try to hide in what you do,
You lace your lies like some old shoe,
And all the while no one is fooled,
Your sadness clearly shows.

Remember this, the world resists
The tenderness of Grace.
Right to the grave, it stays the slave
Trying to save a little face.

But with the hurt and the private fears,
There holds a hope choked up in tears,
That someone's loved you all these years,
Who wouldn't let you go.

So when surrounded by the sighs,
And lost in tired alibis,
When no one's home why don't you try
The One who loves you so.


one of these days i'll get around to writing but for now these lyrics will have to do lol

Love After All

Love in these days is a dangerous dream.
Lonely and crazed like a dying birds scream.
Broken in ways that are hard to redeem.
Love is a dangerous ...
Love in these times is a gamble at best.
On the front lines without a bulletproof vest.
Riddled with crimes that infect and infest.
Love is a gamble at best.

But still I believe in Love after all
Though to have it you'll bleed
To find it you'll fall
Every soul needs to be caught by its call
Caught by Love after all.

Love in this age is a lesson in tears.
Ruin by rage, fondled by fears.
Locked in a cage through these crucible years.
Love is a lesson in ...
Love in this place is a struggle of wills.
Some face to face some buried until,
They grow up a hate, no laughter can kill.
Love is a struggle of wills.

Love was a Word with fingers and toes.
A flesh and blood sword that cut us God knows.
An unlikely Lord on the throne of death throes.
That was love with fingers and toes.
Love is a heart broke open like bread.
Wine in a cup that's more than blood red.
Go on, drink it up, you're why it was shed.
Why love is broke open like bread.

Michael Kelly Blanchard

The Master

A flying word from here and there
Had sown the name at which we sneered,
But soon the name was everywhere,
To be reviled and then revered:
A presence to be loved and feared,
We cannot hid it, or deny
That we, the gentlemen who jeered,
May be forgotten by an by.

He came when days where perilous
And hearts of men were sore beguiled;
And having made his note of us,
He pondered and was reconciled.
Was ever master yet so mild
And he, so untamable?
We doubted, even when he smiled,
Not knowing what he knew so well.

He knew that undeceiving fate
Would shame us whom he served unsought;
He knew that he must wince and wait--
The jest of those for whom he fought;
He knew devoutly what he thought
Of us and of our ridicule;
He knew that we must all be taught
Like little children in a school.

We gave glamour to the task
That he encountered and saw through,
But little of us did he ask,
And little did we ever do.
And what appears if we review
The season when we railed and chaffed?
It is the face of one who knew
That we were learning while we laughed.

The face that in our vision feels
Again the venom that we flung,
Transfigured to the world reveals
The vigilance to which we clung.
Shrewd, hallowed, harassed, and among
The mysteries that are untold,
The face we see was never young,
Nor could it have ever been old.

For he, to whom we have applied
Our shopman's test of age and worth,
Was elemental when he died,
As he was ancient at his birth:
The saddest among kings of earth,
Bowed with a galling crown, this man
Met rancor with a cryptic mirth,
Laconic--and Olympian.

The love, the grandeur, and the fame
Are bounded by the world alone;
The calm, the smoldering, and the flame
Of awful patience were his own:
With him they are forever flown
Past all our fond self-shadowing's,
Wherewith we cumber the Unknown
As with inept Icarian wings.

For we were not as other men:
'Twas ours to soar and his to see.
But we are coming down again,
And we shall come down pleasantly;
Nor shall we longer disagree
On what it is to be sublime,
But flourish in our perigee
And have one Titan at a time.

--Edward Arlington Robinson

if love is a labor, i’ll slave till’ the end

i recently discovered windows live writer, and its cool. so instead of diligently doing math this afternoon, i played around on this. 

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my dad told us today that he thought the couch was comfortable but ugly, sooo its going bye bye. he got a couch and chair from bill to replace them and i just want to make sure that everyone knows that i am against this whole idea, i like the couch we have now even if people say its ugly.

this cat of mine doesn't seem to understand that the keyboard is not meant to walk on and that my mouse is a fake mouse made out of plastic, not a real flesh and blood mouse. garfield is very curious, i see where they got the saying that curiosity killed the cat.

i went for a walk/hike on tuesday with my mom and some of my siblings. there is a large spread of ATV and skidoo trails around here, and part of it is right near our house, so we hiked out in the woods for about 2 hours. we came to a dead end in a cornfield and had to cross a cow pasture that had one large and furry bull in it and as we crossed it stood there and stared at us, rather unnerving. he didn't do anything which is cool, other bulls in my experience would have been like, oh look some people to trample, and would have come after us. and on the way back we had to cross the raisin river and abby and i didn't want to walk all the way around to the bridge so we waded across. it was cold.

the other day i watched transformers 2 with chelsea. i mean i sorta watched it with her, she had to leave soon after turning it on. most of it was cool, especially the twins and the ending. and the music was cool lol i have like the entire sound track already so i recognized all the music.

not much else is going on, at least nothing that i care to write here. if you want anything more interesting you'd have to read my journal and that's not happening.

my math is so fun, and i'm not being sarcastic

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Fall is definitely my favorite time of the year, with all the leaves falling and it being so colourful outside. It kinda cool to walk through the woods and see all the different shades of yellow, red and green and then have this bright, fiery orange pop out at you. And it really is a let down to step on a crunchy looking leaf and have it turn out to not be crunchy at all, like biting into a nice
looking apple and its rotten on the inside lol

My tadpoles have not grown one bit in all the many weeks they have been in my possession. They have done nothing but swim around and help the catfish eat all the minnows. Seriously, how long does it take for them to sprout legs and start looking more like frogs and less like a blob with a tail? Its too bad my garter snake got loose, it would have had some nice plump baby frogs to chow on.

Josiah made lunch today, goose from Mike and some pig thingy from the Cotè's. He also had some cabbage fermenting to make some sauerkraut for like a week. It tasted good for the first few bites and then the high salt content became too much to handle. I don't think I have had so much to drink in one sitting and I am still thirsty. But the pig was good.


I made a bunch of pies for everyone to devour since tomorrow is Thanksgiving. While I was making the lemon meringue ones, I was joking to my mom that I was going to tell PJ that I had worked and sweated over the pie, just for him. She went and told my dad that and said that she was loosing me and that my heart was belonging to someone else now and my dad says, well good that's the way it should be, and he said he wasn't loosing anything but he was gaining. I think my parents, for all their quirkyness, are cool. I hope we have good weather tomorrow, I just don't relish the idea of sitting out in the cold and wet at a lake, especially since several of us are getting over colds. But I know I will have fun regardless of what the weather decides to do.

i need new speakers

One thing about having a blog is my mom reads it. That's not necessarily a bad thing, but this time she had my dad read it as well and now I am not allowed to sleep over at Chelsea's house, which I don't mind so much. What I do mind is that even though the things Michelle was laughing at happened a year or two ago, my dad says he doesn't trust me as much anymore. I don't really get that, my mom told me that she has seen a change in me ever since I came back from Pennsylvania and they both know I haven't done anything recently over at the Lalondes but dad says he still doesn't trust me.

My awesome littlest brother Sam, and this is probably the best picture I have gotten of him, and then Tim all happy about brushing his teeth, now I just need John....but I don't have a normal one...just ones were he looks silly.

My laptop was taken away for a few days because I downloaded something onto my mom's computer without asking. I really am not smart sometimes, its like a no duh to ask to do something like that, especially when dad keeps telling me to ask and I keep letting it slip my mind. But yea he took it for two days and I discovered that I would prefer him to not take it again.

I started the study of Philippians today that I am doing for "school" and I think I have read the first chapter 5 times now making sure I have all the I's, my's and me's highlighted. I am not sure why I have to highlight them but that's what I have been instructed to do. Maybe its a way to get me to read it over and over and get it to really stick. Besides all the highlighting, its been an interesting and beneficial study and its only been one day.

I washed the floor in my room but it still has a rather strong odor from all the waterings Tomo gave it..sigh...now what? I'll just spray lysol or fabreeze all over it to mask the ammonia smell but that stuff causes headaches and I have several fish tanks that don't need lysoled. Maybe I will blow up the floor and replace it with wood that I don't have.

It is impossible to live a normal life in my room, let alone sleep, when the airater for the fish tank is making that annoying vibrating noise, it seems the noise gets louder the longer you leave it vibrating and I am seriously going to kill it if it doesn't stop.

One of Cupcake's kittens, the one that I like and named Spud, got dunked in gasoline today and is stumbling around like she is drunk or something, I am hoping she didn't ingest any of it. And I came into my room and found a couple of kittens happily chewing up the dog food bag and eating any food that spilled out.