When I Go Out...

Estos días han sido de los mas geniales... de verdad ha comenzado la primavera en mi vida, cuando Dios es tu primavera, esta se hace una estación permanente, así lo creo, lo afirmo y confirmo, es cierto que me gustaría estar acompañado con esa mujer especial que él tiene para mi, pero hay que esperar...

Hoy fui a una entrevista de trabajo, genial, cuando uno piensa que todo está mal, viene Papá y te desordena todo... irónico ¿no? en fin...

a fin de mes entro a trabajar a una empresa constructora... el cargo aún no lo se, pero lo que se es que es una muy buena pega... estoy re bien...

la foto esteeee... la fotooooooo... la foto.

no se la razón por lña que subo la foto... en fin, ya está.

para terminar...

FIF- Dadelions

In a field of yellow flowers,
underneath the sun,
bluest eyes that spark with lightning,
boy with shoes undone.

He is young, so full of hope,
reveling in tiny dreams,
filling up his arms with flowers,
right for giving any queen.
Running to her beaming bright,
while cradling his prize.
A flickering of yellow light,
within his mother's eyes.
She holds them to her heart,
keeping them where they'll be safe,
clasped within her very marrow,
dandelions in a vase.

She sees love, where anyone else would see weeds.
All hope is found.
Here is everything he needs.

Fathomless Your endless mercy,
weight I could not lift.
Where do I fit in this puzzle,
what good are these gifts?
Not a martyr, or a saint,
scarcely can I struggle through.
All that I have ever wanted,
was to give my best to You.

Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
You see flowers in these weeds.

Gently lifting hands to heaven,
softened by the sweetest hush,
a Father sings over his children,
loving them so very much.
More than words could warrant,
deeper than the darkest blue,
more than sacrifice could merit,
Lord, I give my heart to You.

Lord, search my heart,
create in me something clean.
Dandelions
You see flowers in these weeds.

Bless.