This site is dedicated to the Lord Jesus Christ, the Author of life. It's my prayer that when you visit, you'll know that someone understands whatever you're going through - good, or not so good. While your relationship with Christ is personal, the Christian experience is shared -- unique to no one -- and each part of the Body of Christ is equally important. We all have trials, joys, questions and triumphs, and eventually think we have all the answers, but through everything we are called to encourage, love and pray for one another. You're not alone. God bless, and may He be glorified. ~Dana |
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Looking Forward If I knew then what I think I know now, Would I have really been better off then? Would the time in between have been wasted, Having tasted all I was meant to have tasted? Or would I have to go through it again? If I had already mastered some part of myself, What would I be doing right now? I guess much of my time would be spent reflecting, Or carefully pondering and resurrecting All the mistakes I had made, and how. But, to spend the rest of my life in a state of completion, Would be a colorless, wearisome waste... So I'll cherish my life wholly, I'll wait, and live it slowly, And taste all there is to taste. |
Copyright 2001 Dana Pratola |
~Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ~ (Phil. 1:6) |
Questions of the Heart Here are You Lord, in the nighttime When all of my house is asleep I've come before You to worship and adore You And pour my heart out at Your feet. The night is so quiet and still The moon is high in the sky My spirit is waiting, anticipating, Not wanting to ask all the 'Why's There are questions for which I've found answers And questions for which I've found none I have questions still, Lord, and in Your will, Lord You'll answer, in time, every one But no matter the questions, the answers I seek I'll pour my heart out at Your feet I'll come before You, worship and adore You When all of my house is asleep. |
Copyright 2001 Dana Pratola |