"The truth shall set you free."
1 Corinthians 13
1If I speak in the tongues[a] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,[b] but have not love, I gain nothing.
4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.
13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
"One man's trash is another man's TREASURE!"
I want the man who nevah said, "I love you"...but I nevah felt more loved than when I was with Him. It was in His kiss...for me.
For Him...The kiss was just a kiss. The sigh was just a sigh. We smiled...only for a little while. But oh goddddddd! We danced! And He took my breath away!!! There are no words to describe ...what it was like...with us.
There nevah were.
But I WILL tell you this. He made me feel...Truly beautiful...and I would do it all again...for just ONE kiss...from His lips.
It's His kiss...I miss. I can't breathe without Him.
Even now...to this day...this very moment in time...
I would have rather been a crystal glass held tenderly and caressingly in His hand...
His eyes gazing intently and lovingly upon my many facets...admiring the brilliance of His fire reflecting off me...feel the softness of His smiling lips sipping the sweetest nectar from me...and then...when He's savored His fill...be dashed against the fireplace, shattered and scattered into a thousand glorious pieces...left shimmering in the dying flames...
than I would to have been...a diamond solitaire.........anywhere.
I would like to dedicate the song below to my parents...still in love...together in God...and forever in my heart. Not even death could part them.
You Touched It ...
You were shopping today, you said . . . when you came across something with angels on it and I crossed your mind.
You almost bought it for me, but you didn't want to think about me, so instead . . . you passed it by and pushed the thought away.
I told you, jokingly, an almost thought didn't count and... next time to go with it!
But don't you know, my Angel . . .?
The fact that you thought of me today means more than any gift you could ever give me.
And yet . . . even the smallest token of that thought would be treasured always, only because...
You touched it.
~Breathe~ Copyright ©2003
JAM is the THE Reason I LIVE...
Have you ever really, REALLY EVAH loved a woman?