The night the colors ran

captain’s log 10242007

I find my self in a strange place again. the place where colors all blur into a faded yesterday.and then,

regret fills my mind if i only had more time to make a difeerence and touch a life

if only a kind word to slow this fast revolving world where youth withers and dreams seem to die

i want to see the colors how they are, the ones in front of me that need to see light to shine through their dark

so i stand and forget my lament i hold fast to nailed scarred hands heaven sent

and let crimson red turn me white again, so i may proceed to the place where living ” for Christ” is my prize and dying is my eternal gain

now thats totally off the chain