Who said death is dead? He's fully alive, traveling around the world, throwing shadows and soaking in the sun. Visiting the young and old; placing bets and dicing regrets, for the worse or a better off place.

The sleeping pills in her pillowcase, the dark blank in her blanket, her purse lips purple; she disappears, she disappears. Her fears cuddle warm beside, to tears that went dry in the beat of her heart's drum. The strum, strum, stern in her veins, she breaks free finally floating to her lost rhythm of peace.

Fire in a soul to serve God, is better than a soul in fire that refused.

To be the salt, you also need to be the shaker. To shake the world. Shake the truth. Shake the people. Shake the word. Have it sprinkle, melt and preserve humanity.

Without the sun, there is no shadow; without the Son, there is only shadow.

Closed mouths, only lead to closed gates. Share your salvation!

Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!

Sometimes to reach the pearly gates of heaven, you have to walk through stony roads of hell.

With thousands of roads before us that lead nowhere, going in circles. There really are only two roads we will either travel, one going to heaven, or the other to hell.