Comatose

Well one of the things i got for Christmas was the CD Comatose by Skillet. You all should go buy it and listen to it great stuff. Well i would just like to share two songs from the CD and the first one is "Rebirthing" here are the words:

Verse 1I lie here paralytic inside this soul Screaming for you till my throat is numb I wanna break out I need a way out I don’t believe that it’s gotta be this way The worst is the waiting In this room I’m suffocating

Pre-Chorus Feel your presence filling up my lungs with oxygen I take you in I die

Chorus Rebirthing now I want to live for love, wanna live for you In me for the first time now I can relax somehow Rebirthing nowI want to live my live, wanna give you everything In me for the first time now I can relax somehow Right now Right now

Verse 2 I lie here lifeless in this cocoon Shedding my skin cos I’m ready to I wanna break out I’ve found a way out I don’t believe that it’s gotta be this way The worst is the waiting In this room I’m suffocating

Pre-Chorus Feel your presence filling up my lungs with oxygen I take you in I die

Chorus Rebirthing nowI want to live for love, wanna live for you In me for the first time now I can relax somehow Rebirthing nowI want to live my live, wanna give you everything In me for the first time now I can relax somehow(I can relax somehow)

Bridge Tell me when I’m gonna live again Tell me when I’m gonna breathe you in Tell me when I’m gonna feel inside Tell me when I’m gonna feel alright Tell me when I’m gonna live again Tell me when this fear will end Tell me when I’m gonna feel inside Tell me when I’ll feel alright

Chorus Rebirthing now I want to live for love, wanna live for you In me for the first time now I can relax somehow Rebirthing nowI want to live my live, wanna give you everything In me for the first time now I can relax somehow(I can relax somehow) Right now (I can relax somehow)Right now (I can relax somehow)
© 2006 Atlantic / Wea

I wanna live for love that really wow this is such a great song i think it it like speaks fgor itself cuz when your with God you can relax somehow.

The second sonf is "Better than Drugs

Feel your every heartbeat Feel you on these empty nights Calm the ache, stop the shakes You clear my mind You’re my escape From this messed up place ‘Cause you let me forget You numb my pain How can I tell you just all that you are What you do to me You’re better than drugs your love is like wine Feel you comin’ on so fast Feel you comin’ to get me high You’re better than drugs addicted for life Feel you comin’ on so fast Feel you comin’ on to get me high Feel you when I’m restless Feel you when I cannot cope You’re my addiction, my prescription, my antidote You kill the poison ease the suffering calm the rage when I’m afraid To feel again How can I tell you just all that you are What you do to me Verse3: Feel your every heartbeat Feel you on these empty nights You’re the strength of my life Altro: feel your every heartbeat feel you on these empty nights feel your every heartbeat feel you come to get me high

YES I AM ADDICT TO GOD FOR LIFE!! IT speaks for itself this is my favorite song for ever!!

$$KEG OF JOY$$

A Great Story I Heard

Let's see on the Christmas Eve. I went to my Grandpa and Grandma's church and the pastor had a good message and he shared a story with us and here it is:
We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat my infant son Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking.
Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, "Hi there." He pounded his fat baby hands on the highchair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat: dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicose it looked like a road map.
We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled. His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there."
Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room, "Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo." Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed.
We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments. We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed. As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to shield Erik, but Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby’s "pick-me-up" position.
Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man’s. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby met in a beautiful relationship. Erik, in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man’s ragged shoulder. The man’s eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor--gently, so gently, cradled my baby’s bottom and stroked his back. No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck.
The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, and then his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby."
Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest--unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain. I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma’am, you’ve given me my Christmas gift." I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car.
My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me." I had just witnessed complete and unconditional love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking-- "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?"--when He shared His for all eternity. The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of Heaven, we must become as little children."

Rev. Richard E. Stetler, http://www.stmatthews-bowie.org/Worship/Sermons/2003/sermon_12_21_03.asp.
That is a great story it reminds us to be humble and that God can work in mysterious ways. We need to see people as souls as the little boy did and not judge like the lady did. We need to be like the little child in this story!! CJ