His Own
Written by: Justin Adams, Mary Beth Adams, Drew Hester, Gannin Arnold
Little boy, big dreams
Playing air guitar
Always dreaming about being a star
Little boy, high hopes
Waiting for someone
Who would see him for who he was
Accept him with love that has no strings
Guide him through this maze of life
And never leave
Looking, searching
For a father I could love
Wanting, needing
Feeling something from above
Waiting to hear that I’m His own
His very own
Wasn’t long the young man
Trying hard to stand in the big crowd
Making his way
Doing things a young man
Just shouldn’t do
Needing a strong hand to pull him through
Accept him with a love that has no strings
Guide him through this maze of life
And never leave
Now the little boy’s grown
He has become an object of affection
On center stage Of One great Man’s attention
Lord, it’s You I was looking for
Looking, searching
For a father I could love
Wanting, needing
Feeling something from above
Waiting to hear that I’m His own
Child to a man, now I have grown
I finally feel like I’m at home
Now I’m Your own
© 2007 CrackedPot Records
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Inspiration Corner
I have been a collector of quotes, lover of music, and reader of anything written for years and years. I love words; they are powerful in so many ways. This is my inspiration corner - an anthology of poems, quotes, stories, essays, and thoughts that have caught ahold of me for one reason or another. I probably won't explain why they have touched me... for me it is just sufficient that they have.
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People, Places, and Things That Inspire Me
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Some Other Books I Really Enjoyed Reading... I could never list them all!
- The Pillars of the Earth
- The Expected One
- The Shadow of the Wind
- Benjamin Franklin
- Biographies by David McCollough
- Four Mothers
- The Borgia Bride
- Historical Novels by Jean Plaidy (all of them)
- He Chose the Nails
- The Canterbury Papers
- Sharon Kay Penman's historical novels.. all of them
- The Red Tent
- The Emancipator's Wife
- Mary, Called Magdalene
- The Queenmaker
- Faith of our Fathers series
- The Women of Genesis series (Sarah, Rebekkah, Rachel and Leah)
- The Kingdom and the Crown series
- The Queen's Fool
- The Other Boleyn Girl
The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
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