By Joshua Roscoe

Far from reach is the goal I seek
A summitless mountain with happiness alluding from its lofty peak
A key with wings to unlock the secret of satisfaction

By Maya Davis

It’s not about my burdens
It’s not about my fears
It’s not about where I stand or that I fall.

While I could ascribe all the qualities You have in a song,
I want to worship You in my way.
You may be Saviour of the world,
but that seems too big to meet my need for today.

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ella with her pierced navel is
just as much fun as
frank with his flip flops
and
rick with his tattoo is
just as funny as
ganene with her toe ring
and
ross with his long hair is
just as nice as
cole with his cargos
and
brennan with his bong breath is
just as ready for redemption as

Today
Today was questioning Yesterday
Examining its faults and problems
Wanting to pass what it learned to Tomorrow
You can imagine the surprise of Today
To hear Yesterday say
“My biggest mistake was exhausting my 24-
Dwelling on what went wrong the day before”

Judgment Day
I kneel before thee oh Lord,
As every knee shall bow.
My body shaking with denial,
Too late for repentance now.
My life lies exposed before me,
Every sin, every kind deed.
Sobbing with dread and worry,
Groveling on my face I plead!
A voice thunders,
Are you worthy of my call?
Why does He ask me, I wonder,
My face begins to pall.
Reflecting on my past life,
I hang my head in shame.
Past sins cut like a knife,
Too many to name.
No, Lord, I am not worthy,
Please have mercy on my soul!
Trembling with fear and anxiety,
My many virtues I extol.
My son, I have loved you,
And many times did mourn.
I extended my hand to you,
When you were lost and forlorn.
But continually you denied me,
And refused to repent.
The course I must take grieves me,
To hell you will be sent.
I see tears in His eyes,
As I hear those words I dread.
My fate comes as no surprise,
I love you echoes in my head!

Blindness
By Micah Wisdom

She supplies my wants
She fulfills my desires
She leaves me satisfied for a moment
She leaves me empty forever after
She’s appealing on the outside
I’m afraid to look any deeper
Because I know that she is full of darkness
I’m aware this will come to nothing good
But that doesn’t stop me
Temporary pleasure in exchange for a life of pain
Such a terrible deal
Why do I make it again and again?

The question was posed, “Won’t it feel odd to be in a foreign country on Independence Day?”
“Surely, it would make you more patriotic for home than ever before.”
The more I thought about it, the more I determined celebrating my independence in a foreign land was actually not a new encounter.
You see, even back in my homeland I’ve faced the same scenario.
The price paid for future generations
Freedom, despite the miles that separate me from its source
Yet, my celebration still cannot be squelched
My citizenship is sure
No, I don’t have to be home to celebrate my Independence Day.
Oh, yes, there a grander celebration is guaranteed
But, until I can make it home my celebration doesn’t have to cease!

Storm of Confusion
On his lonely voyage,
Drifting through a dark life
Journeys of past and present
Filled with discord and strife
Looking toward the trials ahead,
Images flash in and out of sight
Feeling dismay in the storm
Only to be guided by the light
A whisper can be heard
Over the raging waves,
Saying, "Seek ye the Lord,
Or be trapped as Sin's Slaves"
Hope enters the hearts
Of those that do believe
For the whisper says once more,
"Seek and ye shall receive"
With repentance in his mind
And hope in his heart
The winds eventually die down
And the waves begin to part
Given life eternal
And blessed with the Holy Ghost
He comes to the realization
That it was God who loved him most

Dumb ‘ol Cloud

The cloud moves across the sky so fast

Dumb ‘ol Cloud

In such a hurry, it misses the sunset