Ghostrider's blog: "Tim's Blogs"

I will walk thru the valley without a tear in my eye; because of a man who gave his life that I shall keep mine.
And for that love he has giving me I shall devote myself to him for all time.

After being beating, tortured and then nailed to a cross to die,
just so that someday I shall have internal life and walk by his side.

He has giving me the straight, power and the will to serve him, to do his work by his will and not that of mine.
With all his grace and glory that I may enter his kingdom and thru him that I may shine.

The best man that I ever knew
Met him back around the year of ninety-two
He was an older gentleman I would say
Could have been around the age of sixty-eight
As I sat and talk to him, mostly of his life and the things he could do
I knew that he was the best man I ever knew
He spent most of his life serving his country true
Doing his best at what he had to do
He went to war and return alive
Wishing that more came home and hadn’t died
Once he set his mind on what he wanted to do
There was nothing to stop him, not even you.
I grew to know him as a great friend
But now as a granddad more as back then
Now he is gone and laid to rest
Me with no regrets cause I knew him as the best
In Loving Memory, Granddaddy Riddle (1922-2009)

When I wake in the morning light weary or delight all I can do is think about you.
When I am home alone or out and about all I can do is think about you.
As I sit in the sun light or gazing at the stars above all I can do is think about you.
When it’s cold on the outside or cold within or hot on this side or hot on the other end still all I can do is think about you.
When it dry and sunny or wet and raining still all I do is think about you.
When my heart is filled with joy or hurting with pain, it really doesn’t matter because still all I do is think about you.
When I am asleep during the day or at night, even in my dreams still all I do is think about you.
Even when times are at its worst or when it’s even at its best, still all I do is think about you.
In all the time there is, a day, a week, a month, a year, or even a life time, still all I do is think about you.
Even in my doubts or when I know things are true, still all I can do is think about you.
Love has no meaning if in my thoughts with all that is there, if I can’t go on forever thinking about you.

I once knew this guy that I have known since I was old enough to remember. In fact I grew up with this person. He was one of those guys that kept to him unless it was necessary to do other wise. I watched this guy growing up from a dumb kid to a strong hard working man.As I watched this guy growing up, thing was changing all around him but he stay the same, at less on the out side. Now what was going on in the inside was something totally different. Come to find out one day that he was fighting for his life. Not the way as a physical thing but more of a mental thing, if that makes any since. See thru all the yeas of his life he spent it in thermal hell. He never let any one know about this because to him it would have looked as if he was weak.But as the years went by he got to the point that it was getting where the tormented mind was controlling him, and that started to affect ever thing around him. It got to the point that he was willing to end his own life, but even in that he failed. Noted that he tried several times but still failed. Now you have to understand that he had always had control of his life and now he had lost all control of it. Thu the year that I have known him he would do anything to work, help and do for others and hardly did anything for himself. Like I had said he was a strong man. Now as I look at this man he went from helping other to needing help his self. A very hard situation for him to understand. Now all of his thoughts were of trying to make since of it all,hopefuly one day it will but I know it never will. As you read this think real hard just how fast things can change, but most of all think of your self and what you can do to be able to look in a mirror each day and be proud of what you see and not what I see as I look in my mirror each day. Because as I look in that mirror each day, all I see is a stranger looking back at me. I guess the point in this story is to take a hard look of yourself and make the changes before it’s to late.

Their once was a man who went in to battle, so all could be free
He was strong and mighty and fought as bravely as he could be
He knew what he was there for and what had to be done
Knowing each day that the end of his life could come
So he struggle and fought hard and did the best he knew
Knowing that when it was time to leave there would be only a few
Then there came that dreadful day when his service was no more
He came home and seen and wonder, what was it all for
No one understood him and didn't even care
For what he saw here, was just what he left there
As time went on and the years had past
He was a different man but with the same mask
He struggle more and more each day as it went alone
And was dieing inside not knowing what was going wrong
He became hard and ugly, anger and mean, broken and evil for all to see
For there was no pleasures, love and hope in his dream
He was no longer the man he use to be.