tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83172812011-04-22T02:34:22.311+02:00Let the randomness flow forth...Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1146383610581601832006-04-30T09:53:00.000+02:002006-04-30T09:53:30.580+02:00<div class="entrytitle">just a bit bitter</div> They say I've changed<br />I'm not the same<br />There's not much to say<br />Except it's you that made me this way<br /><br />I'm just a bit bitter<br />this journey I'm on<br />I'm just a bit bitter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-114638361058160183?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1146383441985914872006-04-30T09:50:00.000+02:002006-04-30T09:50:41.986+02:00<div class="entrytext">No matter what you say<br />Your actions speak louder<br />They show me what you truely believe<br /><br />You can say you love me<br />But I won't believe it<br />You can say I'm beautiful<br />But I'll just laugh<br />You can say you wanna marry me<br />But until you show me<br />I won't believe a word you speak</div> <div class="entryfooter"><br />Posted on 23.1.2004 at 5:47 PM</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-114638344198591487?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1146383263405729432006-04-30T09:46:00.000+02:002006-04-30T09:47:43.416+02:00Who are you to say what I should believe?<br />Who are you to tell me what I should do?<br />Who are you to make me think less of myself?<br />Who are you?<br />Can't you just leave me be?<br /><br />Why do you torture me so<br />Can't you see<br />I've done nothing to you<br />I just wanna live<br /><br />I wanna be the joy I see in the sky<br />the joy I feel in the wind<br />I wanna be the love I see in the sun<br />the love I feel in the rain<br /> <div class="entryfooter"><br /><br />Posted on 6.2.2004 at 2:03 PM</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-114638326340572943?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1120643496188922922005-07-06T11:48:00.000+02:002005-07-06T11:53:36.906+02:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >She waits for one,<br />one person alone can fill the hole<br />only one can fill the void<br /><br />she’s not happy<br />and yet not depressed<br />she lives in joy,<br />for joy does not change with time<br /><br />She’s by herself,<br />but she’s not alone<br />her waiting’s not in vain<br /><br />She’s alone<br />and yet she’s not<br />she lives in the Lord<br />for the Lord does not change with time</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-size:78%;" >Written: 5 Jan 2004</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-112064349618892292?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1119441667816254642005-06-22T13:49:00.000+02:002005-06-22T14:01:07.823+02:00She sits alone on a park bench<br />and waits for Him<br />She watches the people pass by<br />going on about their lives<br />wondering if that will ever be her<br /><br />She lies alone on the ground<br />as she waits for Him<br />She gazes up at the stars<br />thinking about the future and<br />what he holds in his hand <br /><br />She walks alone in the forest<br />again she waits for Him<br />She admires the beauty all around<br />yet not feeling a part of it<br />wondering if she even measures up<br /><br />She sleeps alone in the dark<br />and yet she waits for Him<br />She dreams she's not alone<br />she dreams she's a part of it all<br />and she's not on the outside<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Written: 26 Dec 2003</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-111944166781625464?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1119282337274783922005-06-20T17:43:00.000+02:002005-06-20T17:45:37.280+02:00Take my thoughts<br />Make them yours<br />I don't want them anymore<br />live in my heart<br />live in my head<br />radiate through all that I am<br /><br />Give me love<br />make me overflow<br />help me show them who you are<br />live in my hands<br />live in my feet<br />radiate through all that I am<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Written: 3 Feb 2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-111928233727478392?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1119181294521663182005-06-19T13:40:00.000+02:002005-06-19T13:41:34.526+02:00Things haven't been good<br />times were confusing<br />but I've come to grips with that<br /><br />I don't have to know <br />what comes next or<br />what's just around the corner<br /><br />I don't have to know<br />things of this world<br />I don't have to see to understand<br />In reality...I don't have to understand<br /><br />I only have to believe<br />Faith is my sight<br />And I am alive<br /><br />Things have gotten better<br />times still confusing<br />but I've come to grips with that<br /><br />I only have to believe<br />Faith is my sight<br />And I am alive<br /><br />I don't have to know <br />things of this world<br />I don't have to see to understand<br />In reality...I don't have to understand<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Written: 30 Jan 2004</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-111918129452166318?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1118694764051662062005-06-13T22:32:00.000+02:002005-06-13T22:32:44.056+02:00<span>There was a lady in the park today<br />sitting on a bench<br />seemed to be waiting<br />for something<br />I wonder if she knew for what she was waiting<br /><br />She kept watching the people pass by<br />back and forth<br />perhaps she was waiting for someone<br />some relative, or friend, or something<br />and perhaps...no one<br /><br />She seems calm but apprehensive<br />I wonder if she's excited or fearful<br />of the unknown<br />of what's yet to come<br />but I guess they go hand-in-hand<br /><br />----------------<br />I'm not finished with this one yet. I just wanted to let you guys see what I was working on!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-111869476405166206?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1118439035832672692005-06-10T23:29:00.000+02:002005-06-10T23:32:00.260+02:00<font> Who am I? Who are you?<br />What brings us together?<br />What sets us apart?<br /><br />For some people the answer might be to love and to be loved.<br />But what is love? What is true love<br />and how do you do it?<br />I don't think I have an answer<br />Although...does anyone really?<br /><br />I've heard different answers:<br />to some it means Butterflies<br />to others...pain<br />lust, sacrifice, loyalty...<br />Love is a complicated thing.<br />Ask any stranger.<br /><br />Why is it so hard for some<br />and for others so easy?<br />Is love an action or a feeling?<br />Does it have to be one or the other...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">written: 27 May 2005</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-111843903583267269?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1104712381153252592005-01-03T01:29:00.000+01:002005-01-03T01:33:01.153+01:00 New places... <br />What makes them so difficult? <br />Is it my inability to communicate, <br />or are they so cold my mind freezes? <br /> <br />New places... <br />what makes them so different? <br />Is there something in the air making it impossible to breathe, <br />or are they so beautiful they take my breath away? <br /> <br />Are they places only visited in dreams <br />Or are they real...maybe <br />What makes new places new? <br /> <br />Maybe it's because I've never been there. <br />But what if I've been there in my dreams <br />Are they still new then? <br />If i know everything about them, but never been there <br />Would they still be new? <br /> <br />Does the argument really work?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-110471238115325259?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1100792855045199412004-11-18T23:44:00.000+01:002004-11-18T17:02:38.516+01:00If I were you, would I say Hello? <br />Would I still be the person I am now <br />or would I really be you? <br /> <br />If I were you, would I still be me? <br />Would I think the same <br />or would your thoughts be come mine? <br /> <br />If I were you, would you become me? <br />Would we share our experiences <br />or would we switch? <br /> <br /> <br />I think I just wanna be me <br />Why would I wanna be you? <br />I have enough trouble of mine <br />Why would I want yours too? <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:78%;">written: June 2004</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-110079285504519941?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1100115129142359982004-11-11T06:28:00.000+01:002004-11-10T20:36:54.546+01:00I try so hard not to let you down <br />But all my efforts are in vain <br />It seems that I've nothing found <br />Except to see the one I've pained <br /> <br />The pain, I see it in your eyes <br />It makes me so ashamed <br />This thing I've caused <br />I tried to explain <br /> <br />Nothing I say comes out right <br />It all seems to be insignificant <br />You don't look much interested <br />In what I have to say <br /> <br />Just listen to me <br />Try to understand <br />It's hard for me to tell you <br />...I'm sorry... <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:78%;">written: 10 December 2003</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-110011512914235998?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095133335494767002004-11-11T03:09:00.000+01:002004-11-10T20:39:59.266+01:00<span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">On the outside it seems <br />my life is pieced together; <br />But what you don't see <br />Is the confused little girl inside, <br />wanting only to sit and weep <br />In her daddy's lap <br />And him stroke her hair; <br /> <br />Wanting someone to tell me <br />It's all going to be ok, <br />To take all my tears <br />And sorrows away. <br /> <br />I turn around and find <br />The one I want has been there the whole time… <br />Just waiting, <br />Waiting for me to give up <br />And give it all away. <br /> <br />I try so hard to hang on <br />to things I don't want; <br />I give it all to Him <br />Only to discover <br />The parts I've kept hidden. <br /> <br />I hate this and how it hurts. <br />I try to ignore what it is it does to me. <br />I watch myself go on living <br />feeling lost and alone. <br />Not realizing the one I want <br />has never left, <br />always been here, <br />within reach <br />whispering in my ear. <br /> <br />I turn around and face the one I want. <br />He's been here the whole time, <br />Just waiting. <br />Waiting for me to give up, <br />And finally, <br />Give it all away… <br /></span> <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109513333549476700?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095719780268072012004-09-21T00:36:00.000+02:002004-09-21T00:36:20.270+02:00 I pray you guard my heart, <br />I don't wanna get hurt again. <br />It's painful. <br />Help me be strong, <br />Guide me through my self-inflicted problems. <br /> <br />Thank you for healing my heart. <br />The last time… <br />Well, that was the last time <br />I pray this time is different. <br />Keep me from repeating mistakes of my past. <br /> <br />Give me patience to wait. <br />I don’t want things <br />on my time anymore.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109571978026807201?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095543857210831832004-09-18T23:43:00.000+02:002004-09-18T23:44:17.210+02:00<span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;">Breathe for me <br />My insides won't work <br />Live for me <br />I feel like I'm gonna break <br />Calm me <br />I live in such turmoil <br />Think for me <br />I make myself sick <br />With worries and what-ifs <br /> <br />Take me and make me yours <br />You are the only thing reliable <br />Teach me, Guide me, Change me <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109554385721083183?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095528671937294782004-09-18T16:55:00.000+02:002004-09-18T19:31:11.936+02:00<span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;">Everyday my complaint is that of a bitter one <br />I try so hard not to groan aloud <br />I don't want other people to know <br />I feel ashamed <br />If only I knew where God could be found <br />If only I could go to his dwelling <br />I would tell him exactly how I feel, <br />every moment I've gone through <br />I would listen to his reply <br />and try to understand what he says to me <br /> <br />I go east, but he is not there <br />I go west, but I cannot find him <br />I don't see him in the north, he is hidden <br />I turn and face the south, I find nothing <br />But he knows where I'm going <br /> <br />I have stayed in God's paths <br />I tread the narrow road <br />I have followed his ways <br />I have treasured his word in my heart <br />I treasure it more than my daily bread <br />He will do for me all that is planned <br />He controls my destiny <br /> <br />No wonder, <br />No wonder I am so terrified in his presence <br />When I think of it <br />Terror grips me <br />God has made my heart faint <br />Darkness is all around me <br />Thick, impenetrable darkness covers my face <br />Yet I am not silenced <br /> <br />~based on Job 23 <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109552867193729478?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095176262805256072004-09-14T17:37:00.001+02:002004-09-14T17:40:31.240+02:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1702/640/pic%2017.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/70/1702/320/pic%2017.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br />This is my Favorite Picture from South Africa. <br />I know it's been a year since I was there, but I still miss it like it were yesterday. The opportunity and the people were wonderful. God did so many great things there. <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109517626280525607?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095175577916141802004-09-14T17:22:00.000+02:002004-09-14T17:35:22.586+02:00<span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" > There are times I don't know how I feel <br />I wish I did, but I can't sort through them <br />Take my confusion, so I can rest <br />All I know is I'm tired of this. <br />I live life in a cloudy haze <br />I can't see beyond my two feet <br />I don't know where I'll be tomorrow <br />Or even how I'll get there <br /> <br />As I swim through this thing called life <br />There is one thing I know... <br />I know you are the way <br />You are the truth <br />and you are the light <br />You are love <br />You came and you died <br />to save us from the clutches of Satan <br /> <br />We're all looking for direction <br />But do we look in the right place? <br />We search in all the wrong places <br />Trying to find the hope we need <br />None of us knowing what we want <br />All of us living life as robots <br />Help us see through this hazy mess <br />Make clear your righteousness. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109517557791614180?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095135687240157792004-09-14T06:21:00.000+02:002004-09-14T06:21:27.240+02:00<span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;">If I were to go away <br />Would anyone care <br />Would there be someone <br />To say I love you <br />To say I miss and need you <br /> <br />If I were to go away <br />would someone even notice <br />Notice I was no longer there <br />would they call on the phone <br />And make sure all was fine <br /> <br />I think these things <br />And it scares me <br />I don't wanna think like this <br />I don't wanna be like this <br /> <br />Then I open my eyes <br />And look up <br />I remember who I am <br />And who I belong to <br /> <br />I remember whose child I am <br />And who made me <br />As my Father looks down <br />With a smile <br /> <br />I know there's at least one <br />Who cares <br />One who will take my insecurities <br />And make them go away <br /> <br />I forget all my doubts <br />all my worries <br />And step forward <br />keeping my eyes focused <br />On the one who paid <br />The ultimate price <br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109513568724015779?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8317281.post-1095127294413307772004-09-14T03:45:00.000+02:002004-09-14T04:01:34.413+02:00I think...I'm going to start this out by posting the things I've written. I think that's a good way to begin. I'm not really sure what this is going to turn into...that's left to be decided. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8317281-109512729441330777?l=bobatemypants.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Meghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407202014930108233noreply@blogger.com1