Jeg vandrer alene langs livets landevei. Ingen kan meg utfylle eller lede på rette vei. Inni meg ligger svarene på alle spørsmål og min søken til deg. Kan jeg noensinne oppnå freden i mitt hjerte som hos deg bor. Er du nærmere meg enn jeg tror ? Søker i mitt indre dag og natt. Etter det som skal gi meg […]
by Judge Roy Moore America the Beautiful, or so you used to be. Land of the Pilgrims’ pride; I’m glad they’ll never see. Babies piled in dumpsters, Abortion on demand, Oh, sweet land of liberty, your house is on the sand. Our children wander aimlessly poisoned by cocaine, Choosing to indulge their lusts, When God has said abstain. From sea […]
The night came quicker than usual, and it caught me by surprise Before I found some shelter, the blackness dimmed my eyes My panicked heart was pounding, my legs instinctively took flight I aimlessly ran in circles, in the horror of blackest night In the distance I could hear it, the sounds of a terrible beast I could hear its […]
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, «My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, […]
Oh yes, I am a sheeple And oh so proud to be I am way too smart To believe in a conspiracy Three towers falling straight down It all makes sense to me They’re all just jealous Because I live so free Terrorists in hiding everywhere Although I cannot see I know that they’re out there Because I heard it […]
Jeg våknet en natt av en underlig drøm, det var som en stemme talte til meg, fjern som en underjordisk strøm – og jeg reiste meg opp: Hva er det du vil meg? – Du må ikke sove! Du må ikke sove! Du må ikke tro, at du bare har drømt!
There is so mething deeply yearning In the soul’s most inner reach, And, at first, you hear it whisper Like the waves upon the beach. It sings along the treetops As it rides upon the wind Like the sobbing and the sighing Of a hidden violin. Yes, the voice begins so softly, But it slowly seems to grow. It rises […]
Again, the children must wake to hear The midnight messenger drawing near, Again, through the night comes a cry of alarm To every American city and farm. A cry of defiance and not of fear, There’s hope for tomorrow, Our vict’ry is clear.