How long will I wallow in the mud knowing that the beach is just ahead? How long will I feast on emptiness to go on unfilled? How long will I turn in circles while the finish line is in sight? I don’t know how long. But, however long it is, I know that my Dad will wait on me. And when there, he will wrap his loving arms around me and softly whisper, “You’ve made it. Well done…welcome home.”
SRay
November 27th, 2005 at 11:07 pm
hey man..thanks for the talk this weekend…good stuff…take care of you…lol…right on!
November 29th, 2005 at 6:20 pm
i listened to your music on purevolume and absolutely loved it…God has gived you a gift in case you didn’t know