A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build up,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,

a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden of God that has been laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time.

Ecclesiastes 3

the coke side of life

i saw it and i had to buy it. my world has been cokeisized. ain't it just grand?

changed

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart,

naught be all else to me, save that thou art;

thou my best thought by day and by night,

waking and sleeping, thy presence my light.

Old Books and Poems

Last week when I was empty out the bookshevles I found a bunch of old books. I love old books, they smell good. Anyways there were these two old poem books that my mom had as a little kid. They are falling apart at the seams and one is from 1905. So this is one of those poems from my good smelling, falling apart book. enjoi...

THE LAND OF NOD

From breakfast on through all the day

At home among my friends I stay;

But every night I go abroad

Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,

With none to tell me what to do-

All alone beside the streams

And up the mountain-side of dreams.

The strangest things are there for me,

Both things to eat and things to see,

And many frightening sights abroad

Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,

I never can get back by day,

Nor can remember plain and clear

The curious music that I hear.