War

He whispered in our ears to obscure the truth
and covered our eyes to blind us from the proof.

He stood up against us to strike fear into our heart,
reveled in our deceit and watched as we fell apart.

TIME!

The Sacrifice

Inside the sacrifice
I bind my life with hope;
And true loves gift
into the fire stoke.
Each day is bleak,
this time of separation.
Into finite mind
the end of desperation.
Columns rise to sky
held by steadfast hope;
Born into the burden
to wear the sinner's yoke.

I Dare You

Offer it frequently on your knees; but whether sitting, walking, or standing, be always inwardly longing, and earnestly praying this one prayer to God: "That of His great goodness He would make known to you, and take from your heart, every kind and form and degree of Pride, whether it be from evil spirits, or your own corrupt nature; and that He would awaken in you the deepest depth and truth of that Humility, which can make you capable of His light and Holy Spirit."

-Andrew Murray

The Critic

It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.


-Theodore Roosevelt