OPP Week 2

Mary, Mary, not a touch contrary...
unless fun at her you poke.
Then she'll chew off your face,
with style and grace,
whilst downing her diet coke.
Of ladies, I'm aware
of none who compare,
with talent and wit replete.
Mary, I feel, is the very real deal;
a stunner, a woman complete.

Congrats again Mary. Seriously, you rock. The Winds That Blow was the first song on Phantom Moon that floored me. The imagery of the moon as a window for the stars was assaultingly beautiful alone, but followed with such a haunting phrase as "to some Summer noon, where our Ghosts still move" it was downright arresting. The second part reminds me of my mission and my feelings about the very real, working relationship with the Holy Ghost I experienced in that effort. I can relate every word to that feeling.

You were my soul in my silence. I remember distinctly feeling the Holy Ghost working through me when I wasn't speaking. It was almost always in quiet moments that I recieved inspiration. You were my hope, my likeness. The Lord was my anchor. The hope of my salvation and that of every person I was teaching. The Spirit did more to transform me into His likeness than anything I could have done. The more we let that influence permeate our lives the more we will recieve his image in our countenances. You were the sword at my side through all the winds that blow. This reflects a very real feeling I had about the Spirit as my defense in difficulty. I was not only protected, but able to stave off the advesary when worthy to walk with the Holy Ghost. "The sword of the Spirit" as it were.

OK, a new week and a new verse. In honor of Christmas... (Adam should get this in seconds)

If I was an honest man, I would stop writing songs
I'd break for a nervous breakdown for breakfast,
tell everyone I knew to stay away from making music;
ain't nothing but a confusing mess.
And if I was you, I wouldn't hear a word I said.
Wouldn't trust nothing to start it up inside my head.
I'd make a conscious effort to live instead
of trying to kill the monsters that reside underneath the bed
And if I was a hurt man, I'd find a way to put my faith
into a woman that could take me from today.
Maybe I need somebody that could save me
from the parts of myself that keep making me crazy

And if I was Santa Claus, I'd fight for the cause,
wouldn't expect nothing in return.
I'd give you everything you want, I'd be everything you need,
you could take my hand and I could take the lead.