2 Songs

Title: A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

1. A poor wayfaring man of grief
Hath often crossed me on my way,
Who sued so humbly for relief
That I could never answer Nay:
I had not power to ask his name,
Whither he went or whence he came;
Yet there was something in his eye
That won my love, I know not why.

2. Once when my scanty meal was spread,
He entered; not a word he spake;
Just perishing for want of bread;
I gave him all: he blessed it, brake;
And ate, but gave me part again;
Mine was an angel's portion then,
For while I fed with eager haste,
The crust was manna to my taste.

3. I spied him where a fountain burst
Clear from the rock; - his strength was gone;
The heedless water mocked his thirst,
He heard it, saw it, hurrying on:
I ran and raised the sufferer up,
Thrice from the stream he drained my cup,
Dipped and returned it running o'er;
I drank, and never thirsted more.

4. 'Twas night, the floods were out, it blew
A winter hurricane aloof;
I heard his voice abroad, and flew
To bid him welcome to my roof:
I warmed, I clothed, I cheered my guest,
I laid him on my couch to rest,
Then made the earth my bed, and seemed
In Eden's garden while I dreamed.

5. Stript, wounded beaten, nigh to death,
I found him by the highway side;
I roused his pulse, brought back his breath,
Revived his spirit, and supplied
Wine, oil, refreshment; he was healed;
I had, myself, a wound concealed,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.

6. In prison I saw him next, - condemned
To meet a traitor's doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemmed,
And honoured him mid'st shame and scorn:
My friendship's utmost zeal to try,
He asked - if I for him would die;
The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill,
But the free Spirit cried, "I will."

7. Then in a moment to my view,
The stranger started from disguise;
The tokens in his hands I knew,
My Saviour stood before mine eyes;
He spake - and my poor name he named. -
"Of me thou hast not been ashamed.
"These deeds shall thy memorial be;
"Fear not, thou didst them unto me."

Plot: A man gives service to another man that he often comes across.
Character: 2 men, but one man is symbolic of many different men.
Conflict: A man convicted of treason asks the first man to take his place at the execution
Theme: Doing service, even unto the lowest men, is doing it unto God.
Setting: the setting is in different places like; a river, a house, a jail. Also it is a long time ago.


Title: Lullaby by Jack Johnson

When you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
And if you are waiting, waiting for me
Know I'll be home soon darling I guarantee
I'll be home Sunday just in one week
Dry up your tears if you start to weep
And sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Lullaby, I'm not nearby
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Don't you cry, no don't you cry
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Cause when I arrive dear it won't be that long
No it won't seem like anytime that I've been gone
It ain't the first time it won't be the last
Won't you remember these words to help the time pass?
So when you're so lonely lying in bed
Night's closed it's eyes but you can't rest your head
Everyone's sleeping all through the house
You wish you could dream but forgot to somehow
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby to yourself
Sing this lullaby, sing this lullaby
Sing this lullaby to yourself 

Plot: A man is far away from his lover or his child and is singing her a song to comfort her when she feels alone. 
Character: the singer and his lover or child
Conflict: they are far away from each other and are feeling lonely
Theme: sing a "lullaby" to ease your loneliness and pain
setting: when the guy is gone

I know that sometimes I chase cats and it seems for no apparent reason, but it is really just cause I want to give them a big hug!

Jealousy

I think that Rudyard Kipling knew what he was doing when he wrote the poem "If". It Reminds me a lot about some of the simple truths that I found out on my own and would have like to have been told. Although I doubt that I would have listened to them all if I had been told them. It sounds like the kind of poem that a father gives to to his troubled sun, followed by hugs from the whole family. like this picture!( being smothered by the ones you love, and not enjoying it, but afterward knowing that they did it because they loved you and being grateful for it)

I really like the line "If you can bear the truth you've spoken." The line really touched me, and reminded me that I am going to have to bear everything I say, and do, and if it is something negative it will only weigh me down more instead of trying to lift me up. I think that it was a very well written poem, and I am jealous that I do not have that much skill.

I like hippos

Complaints

I am tired. I'm tired of people who think that they are so much better than everybody else, when in reality they are far from that. I'm tired of not being able to wake up in the mornings. I tired of trying to squeeze into societies little square. I'm tired of worrying about what she might think about me. I'm tired of the mistrust. I'm tired. I'm tired of this longer winter and waiting for the happiness of Spring to come and end my dreary state, and yet I'm tired that I know that I can control my own season's and I spend much more time in fall and winter than in spring and summer. I'm tired of not having all the legos I want, to be able to build my best creation. I'm tired of my dog not coming when I call her. I'm tired of being ignored. I'm tired of pain. I'm tired. I'm tired of not being in complete control. I'm tired of unfulfilled wishes. I'm tired of being tired. I am tired.

What is love?

Love is singing until you lose your voice. Love is loving the love of the people you love. Love is thinking, stopping, mastering, going, listening, and helping. Love is serving the unserved. Love is dying, and love is living. Love is watching, and letting them do it for themselves and not shoving them into it. Love is crying all night long with her. Love is playing your last song. Love is following, more loyal than a dog. Love is begging for forgiveness, and love is forgiving. Love is remembering. Love is never alone, and love is always alone. Love is undying. Love is following in the master's footsteps. Love is mysterious.

What would I do?

What would I do if I was at the grocery store, and a man came up to me and said he was from the FBI, then he told me that there was a woman, and that she had kidnappe a baby and he needed me to go retrieve the baby for him?
I would go get the baby from the women and then go hide in the gardening section of the store, cause it is a wal-mart. I call the police so they can come and make sure that the FBI dude is not a fraud. The I use my Kung Fu to keep everybody away from me, and I run to the doll section. I replace the baby with a doll and give the man and the lady eash a doll. They, at first, do not notice that it is only a doll and start to leave.
Then I run back to the real baby, but the baby is gone. I go to the lost and found box. I find the banby in it and then run to the bicycle section. I take a bicycle and ride around the store. I am too fast for the FBI dude and the lady. then the police come and sort it all out, then I do my grocery shopping and go home.