The woman I use to be is not the woman I am today. I was the woman at the well. Jesus rescued me from self destruction. I was spinning out of control. It is a journey I would not change.

OH HOLY RAIN COME DOWN/ WASH OFF THE DEBRIS IN OUR BRAINS/ THIS SINFUL WORLD WE CAN'T CONTAIN/ WE HEAR THE HEART OF THUNDER BEAT/ THERE IS MORE SORROW, MORE VOICES WEEP/ THE STORM RAGES, THE DAY IS DEEM/ A CRY FOR MANKIND TO REDEEM/ LIGHTENING STRIKE, PORTRAIT OF THE WORLD ON FILM/ OH HOLY RAIN COME DOWN/ EXTINGUISH FOREST FIRES TO END FIREFIGHTERS' EXHAUSTION/ LET THE WORK OF YOUR HANDS LECTURE THOSE WHO FROWN/ FOR ALL EYES TO WITNESS/ FOR MEN TO LEARN LESSONS ON CLEANING UP WORLDLY MESS/ AND ALL EARS WILL HEAR THE VOICE OF BABES AS THEY REVEAL NEW VISIONS/ AND TO END ALL RELIGIOUS CONFUSION

King of King awaits the King of Pop/ His best tunes will be sang in heaven/ Collaborating with the Living Rock/ He can't be nullified and he can't be mock/ His music will be embrace by angels/ And he will no longer be depleted by earthly leeches and blood suckers/ He will no more be splattered by rumours like a bug man repels/ The money mongers are now fools for mockers/ Many magnify their image using his name/ But sooner or later their image will all melt in flame/ For the King of Pop is jamming with the Living Rock/ And it don't matter what trash man talk

The continuation of a simple, allegorical tale about the journey of a flower in the Keeper's garden. ... "A little hope had risen in her heart. Rosie had wondered if perhaps something better lay in store. Some purpose for all this ache and struggle."

Once upon a time there was a garden. It was a beautiful garden, located deep in a green woods in the country. Stone walls covered in trailing ivy enclosed the beautiful grounds. Walkways weaved through beds and rows of well-tended, delicate flowers, but the most beautiful section was the rose garden. From far and wide, the people spoke about the tender roses of Shalone...... ...The next morning was beautiful. Rosie woke with the morning. Everything seemed so different. The world seemed fresh and new and beautiful. Then she gasped. Could it be? Was this real? Her dream…come true?

Meghan hugged herself; a torrent of emotion flooded her being. Her eyes fixed on the lighthouse beacon as its rotation flashed out the message she’d been hearing echoed in her heart. “Come home… come home…”

In the midst of unexplainable circumstance, confusion always gets in the way.

“Hurry! You don’t want to miss Bible study tonight!” his mom called out as he ran down the driveway. But he didn’t care. He was done with church and all that it represented. He had prayed to God for the last time. He also felt bad he lied to his mom about where he was going – but she would never check anyway. She had cupcakes to bake for the Ladies Society at Church tomorrow. She would be busy all day.