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In the driver seat there is someone I know
This person is no friend or foe
But a person that I met so long ago
This person has been there in that seat
Steering along this narrow street
Over ups and downs and old concrete
She still seems to make ends meet
In the passenger seat he wasn't for long 
He felt as if he did not belong
So she pushed that aside and kept herself strong
And kept us steering along
She would not cry or complain
But I could see her pain
And the look in her eyes I could not explain
In the back seat sits my sister and I
Just along for the ride 
Being driven by somebody with compassion and pride 
In this ride of life
I have realized one thing 
That no matter how hard it gets
It's always clear
In every hour, minute, day of the year
My mom will always be there

..:: By: jackson brave ::.. || about: Mother
Posted by: jackson brave || Posted on: 03 February 2017

Lord, it's a mountain you gave me to climb,
and I've had my share of mountains behind.
Each time I've climbed I depended on faith
to guide me along with each step I take. 
But Lord, the path gets so rocky at times;
I feel I can't go on in these ol' shoes of mine.
Rugged, worn, torn and abused,
I sometimes forget the purpose for which they are used.
Please give me strength to continue on. 
Please give me courage for this journey unknown. 
And when my shoes no longer hold to my tired and weary feet,
please help me to remember shoes are not needed on heaven's holy streets

..:: By: jackson brave ::.. || about: Afraid
Posted by: jackson brave || Posted on: 03 February 2017

Father, it's me who dwells in a place of
despair and with little hope.
Father, it's me who my children cry out 
for help and love.
Father, it's me in the middle of a
raging and unforgiving storm.
Father, it's me who has been wrapped in
love some many times, perhaps many times
undeserving.
Father, it's me who has fallen from the
broken and battered sidewalk.
Father, it's me you have graced and
shielded from a world of sin.
Father, it's me that gave up and almost
quit.
Father, it's me you gave directions
to clear both my heart and mind.
Father, it's me who's blessed and shelter-
ed from the wolf dens of life.
Father, it's me who you walked with and my loved ones in the many roaring storms of sadness.
Father, it's me you gave a song, and
it is I that must teach my children to
obey.
Father, it's me who must journey near
and far in trust and with love that you
will never leave my side.
Father it's me because of you, as I must
glorify thy name. Father, remember it's
me that you made and keep to task and
on course. Amen and amen.

..:: By: jackson brave ::.. || about: Prayer
Posted by: jackson brave || Posted on: 03 February 2017

Come Lord, and lift the fallen bird
   Abandoned on the ground;
The soul bereft and longing so
   To have the lost be found.

The heart that cries—let it but hear
   Its sweet love answering,
Or out of ether one faint note
   Of living comfort wring.

..:: By: jackson brave ::.. || about: Afraid
Posted by: || Posted on: 10 June 2016