tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912910840519559251.post1237576340349561070..comments2023-11-02T07:00:11.689-04:00Comments on The Speakin' Deacon: Nineteenth Sunday in Ordinary TimeDeacon Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15450543164702242072noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8912910840519559251.post-71808611515416662252008-08-10T19:11:00.000-04:002008-08-10T19:11:00.000-04:00Hi John!Tell me why I should get out and walk on t...Hi John!<BR/><BR/>Tell me why I should get out and walk on the water cause I’ve got it made here. I’m on my second bottle of good spirit and my imaginary friends would have me believe, if they had their way with me, that they’re sure that they would make “The Simpsons” look like a ferry tale. They also want me to believe that they could have me ride a drop of rain and enjoy it but I’m not going to fall for it anymore cause I recall what happened to me in 1970. Oh ya! They say go on , love blindly and have no fear cause someday where you’re going there will be only happy tears. They say that every one of my cells will have a kingdom that no man could ever wish to have but I tell them, Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. <BR/><BR/>Oh no! I tell them that I won’t back down and I’m going to stand my ground for now and I’m going to drive it all night long.<BR/><BR/>I know that there ain’t no easy way out but what do you want from me? When Jesus taps me on the shoulder then and only then will I say go ahead tell me what you want from me and I’ll do it. I can just see my imaginary friendly cells trying to deal with the pain as if we never ever loved at all. They’re placing nails in my hands and I tell them please try to hit the nails on the head cause my fingers are hurting every time you miss those darn nails. I know that these fingers all have it coming because of the many times that they’ve bated the Master but can’t you please have a little mercy? Can’t you see that the angels are crying and it’s not only rain from the clouds that makes the green grass grow. <BR/><BR/>I’ve been let down so many times and I’m tired of hurting. Yes I know that Jesus is more than a lover and every time I look at Him I fall in love all over again. Okay He’s “My Best Friend” He stands by me when my world goes crazy and I know that He is more than a lover and I don’t know where I would be without Him and I love it and I want more of “IT!”<BR/>but enough is enough, don't you think?<BR/><BR/>I better close now cause they, my imaginary so called friends are real comedians, they’re asking me if I want fries with that.<BR/><BR/>God Bless all His Childrenvictorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15443898648764230515noreply@blogger.com