In the morning, when I rise, give me Jesus.
When I am alone, give me Jesus,
And when I come to die, give me Jesus.
You can have all this world, but give me Jesus.
(and thank you to those friends that grow my thirst for Him)

When I am alone, give me Jesus,
And when I come to die, give me Jesus.
You can have all this world, but give me Jesus.

“I tried to catch fog the other day, but mist..”
Why did the scarecrow get a raise? Because he was outstanding in his field.
“You stole my Microsoft Word?! You’ll pay, I tell you! You have my Word!”
“Did you hear about the kidnapping at school?!” “Oh, it’s okay. He woke up.”
“I know a guy who’s addicted to break fluid, but he says he can stop anytime.”
How does Moses make his tea? Hebrews it.
“I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me..”
“I’m reading a book about anti-gravity! I can’t put it down.”
“I saw a theatrical performance about puns. It was a play on words.”
“At first they thought my blood type was Type A, but it was a typo.”
“The girl said she recognized me from the vegetarian club, but I’ve never met herbivore.”
“The class trip to the Coca-Cola Factory was awesome! I just hope there’s no pop quiz.”
The Energizer Bunny was arrested: charged for battery..
“At first I didn’t like my beard, but then it grew on me.”
What do you call a dinosaur with an extensive vocabulary? A thesaurus.
What does a clock do when it’s hungry? It goes back four seconds.
“I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger, and then it hit me..”
Broken pencils are pointless.
What do you call an alligator in a vest? An investigator.
“Sir, it’s the Pentagon..” “The Pentagon?! What is it?!” “It’s a shape with five sides and five angles, but that’s not important right now!”
“Ma’am, it’s the hospital..” “The hospital?! What is it?!” “It’s a place where they put sick people, but that’s not important right now!”
Why are fish bad tennis players? They don’t like getting close to the net.
There was a joyous night:
A night filled with many tears,
Largely from one young man.
This night marked a season’s end,
Yet also marked a season’s beginning.
It was the culmination of nine weeks:
A look back and a look forward alike.
This young man had promised himself, “No tears.”
He had promised all of his close friends, “No tears.”
He had laughed his way through highschool graduation,
So really, why would he ever cry over this graduation?
But as a backstory, he had always been ashamed of his tears.
He had grown up with a disposition to cry over good reasons,
Yet those good reasons had a way of striking fear into him:
Fear that his tears were an offense and travesty to behold.
None the less, on this final, concluding night, names were given,
And all his close friends were likened unto brave heroes of the past.
So after spending nine weeks with such men, being given so accurate names,
“What name could possibly be given to someone like.. uh, me? Seriously!”
Yet strangely, being likened unto a weeping prophet somehow clicked;
As if his prayer closet got a tip of the hat and a secret hand shake.
Meanwhile, all of heaven smiled as he burst into excessive tears.
Because his Father, after all those years, gently whispered,
“My son, it’s okay to cry..”
Break my heart for what breaks Yours.
Burden me to pray through doors.
Tell me all that makes You cry,
And let my eyes not go dry.
But oh, You’ll never share such to
Those who briefly stop by You,
So teach me prayer that takes much time,
For then I’ll find Your heart divine.