tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52546977015564276992011-07-08T02:22:32.228-07:00Jordan Munroehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884354719612898393noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254697701556427699.post-84062695864108215232009-08-11T08:07:00.000-07:002009-08-11T09:08:30.731-07:00Be still small one and know,<div>The Lord your God is nigh.</div><div>His touch as light as fallen snow,</div><div>He holds you as you lie.</div><div><br /></div><div>The cadence of your heart,</div><div>And rhythem of your soul,</div><div>The Lord wrote every single part,</div><div>And wants to make you whole.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Though born unto this earth,</div><div>Your purpose is on high.</div><div>You were meant for righteous things,</div><div>And plans that never die.</div><div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254697701556427699-8406269586410821523?l=allbutsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordan Munroehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884354719612898393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254697701556427699.post-41575488324606903452009-08-09T09:00:00.000-07:002009-08-09T09:00:00.913-07:00The message is clear,<div>The bell sounds its chime,</div><div>There's no turning back or running this time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'll face my foe down,</div><div>I'll stand sure and bold,</div><div>I'll make fast my intent to never grow cold.</div><div><br /></div><div>The crowed simmers down,</div><div>The darkness surrounds,</div><div>My heart in my throat weighs ten-thousdand pounds.</div><div><br /></div><div>My enemy fients,</div><div>I remise right back,</div><div>And then in courage I start my attack.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cut at the air,</div><div>I throw all my might,</div><div>But just when I think I'm winning this fight,</div><div><br /></div><div>The breath flees my chest,</div><div>My eyes become wide,</div><div>My focus turns to the pain in my side.</div><div><br /></div><div>I collapse to my knees,</div><div>My blade falls away,</div><div>I look to my foe who's starting to sway.</div><div><br /></div><div>He looses his feet,</div><div>He falls to the floor,</div><div>Its clear that my foe can't take anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>I crawl to his side,</div><div>I sit with my sword,</div><div>With shock I realize he had the last word.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cover my eyes,</div><div>I hate what I see,</div><div>To my surprise my oponent is me.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254697701556427699-4157548832460690345?l=allbutsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordan Munroehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884354719612898393noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254697701556427699.post-50726738694121816752009-08-07T08:21:00.000-07:002009-08-07T08:22:29.100-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "><div>to Sandy Gutierrez</div><div><br /></div>With wonder my girl is a sight to behold.<div>She is not fiery, but she is not cold.</div><div>The balance of things is her greatest thing.</div><div>No fire or ice; but warmth does she bring.<br /><span style="color:#888888;"></span></div><div><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254697701556427699-5072673869412181675?l=allbutsound.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jordan Munroehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11884354719612898393noreply@blogger.com0