Guide me, Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through foreign lands.
I am weak but Thou art mighty, Guide with Thy powerful Hand.
You must pray. The way will open. God cares and His plans unfold.
Just love and wait. Love is the key. No door is too difficult for it to open.
What cause have you to fear? Has He not cared for and protected you?
Hope on. Hope gladly. Hope with certainty. Be calm, calm in My Power.
Never neglect these times, pray and read your Bible and train and
discipline yourself. That is your work – Mine to use you.
But My instruments must be sharp and ready.
I use them. Discipline; perfect yourselves
at all costs. Do this, for soon every
fleeting thought wil be answered,
all gratified, every deed used.
A fearful Power, Mighty Power.
Careful that you ask nothing amiss…
nothing that isn’t according to My Spirit.
All thoughts harmful must be turned out.
See how necessary I have made the purity
and goodness of your own lives to you. Soon,
you shall ask and at once it will come. Welcome
the training. Without it I dare not give you this Power.
Do not worry about other’s lives. Perfect yourselves first
in My Strength.
once it is safe that is…
if the mood hits you…
did what i hoped to do by 1992; we have a BLAST!
October second, 1992 came,
coming to my x-g.f.’s house to
lay my burden down. Was waiting at a red-light two or three
blocks from Elm ave. and boom, drunk driver comes straight
into me waiting, he ran the light, dragged me about 10o or so
feet under his Mother’s 1968 Chevy Nova (no-g0) :’)
our music, in retrospect was a for-taste that wild days died.
Thank God my family’s prayed, my Grandmother’s specific
like, am i here in NC, that happened about 80 miles north of
Houston; in Huntsville, was in a com,a for maybe six days, i
forget, i wasn’t paying attention…
just accepting what just happened. a closed head-injury was my result.
was life-lighted to H where it was sad a rest-home would be best. YET i
sorta saw, while riding my scooter to high school how i was not noticed
by cars and stuff, and a newscast character on t.v. was all into inspecting
rest-homes in 1987, and how disgusting and dangerous the residents were
suffering from and stuff; AND i pled with my Mother that IF i was hit by a car,
couldn’t walk, talk, send me to my family’s home-state to exist only… BUT Charlotte
has a great rehabilitation hospital that my sister knew of, did wake from the coma,
thank the Lord, and too,k a jet to NC, to do rehab and this town was in my
life-plans already, lived here three different times growing up and stuff.
So, rehab was just something i had to do; did it, left the rehab to heal/live
alone. those days were, AM healthy enough to get along in the world, lived
in Charlotte’s downtown in 4 different abodes, that was 1994-6 then moved
into the city right next to skyscrapers and city bus’s, did tha, 17 years; healing
<p class="has-medium-font-size" value="<amp-fit-text layout="fixed-height" min-font-size="16" max-font-size="72" height="80">was a lonely and slow time; might seem tough to do, but i couldn't mind; after all it was <em>ME </em>was a lonely and slow time; might seem tough to do, but i couldn’t mind; after all it was MEwho got a motorcycle –
“‘M GOING TO LIVE FOREVER!” mentality.
did most of the stuff i wanted out of life by 22 years of age. was where i hoped
and wanted to be, making a band with fellow college guys, had the best girlfriend,
had a honduh rebel 450, was very happy. had my camera, music, cartooned for my
college paper, photographed for it to, that was my major.
life twists and turns for everyone, but He had me that night as i was getting off of the
dbl shift at the exact record store i grew up with at our mall in HighSchool… ‘ve healed
a great deal, more than most very addictive. and so here i am, where i’d always wanted to
be. Being alone is the best way to be; nobody bugs you, or treats you unfairly, are hurts you.
beware of being too use to it.
May the Lord be there for you always. ✝
David Buckle
Kimbra – Carolina [Track by Track]
Kimbra – Carolina [Track by Track]
David appreciates Kimbra Lee a-lot.
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