Everlasting Water

New poem / song lyrics I wrote, this time I am just going to sit down with justsmilechild (if she'll help) to get the music to it instead of trying to do it on my own.

Everlasting Water

Am I seeing a mirage? I wander in the dust,
water appears in the distance, but it seems thirst I only trust.
Clouds on the horizon, but no rain do they give,
my parched life is dried up, I need some water to live.

Everlasting water, everlasting love.
Wash over me, fill me from above.
In just one drink, one taste will I know,
that you want to fill my cup, with water overflow.

Failed trust in myself, so much that I knew,
all the world had taught me, before I met you.
Now I just know peace, the world can't disturb,
you pour love over me, by your precious word.

Everlasting water, everlasting love.
Wash over me, fill me from above.
In just one drink, one taste will I know,
that you want to fill my cup, with water overflow.

For just one drink,
for just one sip,
for just one moment,
for this I live,
for just one drop,
for just one taste,
for just one forever,
I rush in haste.

Everlasting water, everlasting love.
Wash over me, fill me from above.
In just one drink, one taste will I know,
that you want to fill my cup, with water overflow.

Your word is ... my everlasting water.

My everlasting water...
my everlasting water...
my everlasting water...
my everlasting water...

Odd-servations

Manly capris
Yes, we have a dress code where I work, which sometimes gets stretched on weekends. I was walking through a different part of the building on Saturday, and there was a gentleman wearing shorts, no wait, those aren't shorts, they go a good four inches below his knees ... yes, he is wearing capris. A very nice look, tan capris go very well with his gorilla thick black leg hair.

Get off the farm much?
I drove through McDonald's for lunch yesterday. The couple in front of me were quite obviously making their first trip A) to a McDonalds; B) through a fast food drive-thru. They loudly read the whole menu and discussed it for about four minutes, which of course, confused the drive through girl. Finally after ordering, the woman is yelling at the menu "do we get a senior discount?" Naturally, they pulled right back into the parking lot after leaving.

OnionBoy vs. Breakfast Pastry

Yeah, well it was quite the battle royale, and I eventually won, but it was an ugly battle.

It looked so tasty in the package. Cherry and cream cheese, covered with strips of dough and cooked to perfection ... how was I supposed to know it was explosive? I warmed it up in the microwave and took it, with a glass of milk, in the car with me on the way to work. That's when the battle began.

It must have better night vision than I do, because my first clue I was under attack was something sticky on the back of my hand. Next thing I knew my hands were sticking to the gear lever and the steering wheel ... obviously some attack meant to slow down or disable it's opponent. By the time I got to work pastry guts were everywhere, my face, my hands, the rear view mirror, on my cell phone, but worst of all was a huge cherry and cream cheese splotch of what was probably it's spleen all over my pants ... it was too ugly to take a picture of.

This is the second time in a week I have seen seemingly innocent sugary treats turn on their eaters. First last Saturday with JustSmileChild and the ice cream cone that attacked her, and now my breakfast pastry. Is it some strange alien force? Terrorist technology? Consider yourself warned and be careful out there.

Sunday Church (unexpected)

Some of you have read this OnionBoy tidbit here before: I am not a particularly emotional individual. You can go ahead and explain it (blame) in whatever way you want to, I'm male, genetics, upbringing, philosophy, or blah blah blah. The result is the same, I just don't have many intense emotional experiences, at most one or two a year, and probably more like two or three every five years.

If I can see them coming, I can exercise some measure of control. When they catch me unawares, since I am unused to them, I don't really have any good way to cope with them and I can have child-like reactions. This past Sunday I went to church at 1230, it seemed normal, with the exception of there being a baptism. I don't remember the first trigger, but the second was the Gospel reading, John 21, in particular verse 17. Somehow it got flipped around in my mind and it was I asking God "do you love me?" three times. Our pastor, Father Denny got up and spoke about being a child of God, the emotional trickle became a stream as God began to answer my thrice asked question. Then a gentleman named Brian (who was there on a parish mission) got up and spoke about how special we were, how intimately concerned God was with our entire lives ... the flood gates opened, and it was all I could do to not start crying. My being was filled with the love God has for me.

I was so utterly overwhelmed by my feelings I had a very child-like reaction, I wanted to run out of church. I did not.

Just when I thought I had myself calm down, the baby was baptized and it welled up in me again. People talk about the fight or flight reaction. Well I guess somewhere down inside I knew that I could not run from God, so once again I had to suppress the urge to run.

I realized as I sat, slightly trembling and sweaty, that something in my relationship with God was changed.

When the Great Fisher hooked me several years back, I took the bait, and I ran it to the end of the line. I have struggled on the end of this line for the last decade (next month is makes the completion of ten years since I came back to Him). My struggle has been this: I have fought being reeled in by my own sense of guilt over the ways that I do and have lived my life ... I have felt unworthy of being 'caught' in His nets. The Master let the line out, reeled me back in, let me out, reeled me back in, let me out, and reeled me back in. Ever patient, he let me play the line until at last this past Sunday, I truly think I have ceased my struggle to avoid my 'worthiness', and He added another fish to His catch.

The world will continue to tell me I am unworthy of being called a child of God, maybe I'll even get drawn back to it on occasion, but now I know what it's like to claim my birthright, and I will hold onto it as God holds onto every precious child of His:

Do you love me Lord?
Yes, my child, you know that I do...

He's dead Jim...

...for those of you who know that I don't care for television or movies, Order of the Stick is my "Lost" or "The Office" or "American Idol". Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday" I watch my show...

Roy Greenhilt, LG Fighter, Strips 1-443. May he rest in peace.

Rich Burlew knows how to make a story interesting. Wow. Roy is/was THE main character in the story, and he has just been killed. Yes, it is a comic strip, yes, it is set in the D&D world, so Roy is just a resurrection spell away from being revived, but Burlew keeps me guessing at what happens next, he keeps his thousands of readers guessing, and I admit, I am rarely right about the next happening ... and I am usually one who can see through plots.

I admit it, I have not any good guess now. I read through the forums and seen everyone's good guesses, but nothing seems right. I think it's just as likely Burlew lets Roy stay dead as any other device.

I can't wait for the next installment.