tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52047388938527736972012-01-06T16:37:30.587-05:00KristieSuenoreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-57936608972567644262010-10-30T20:44:00.000-04:002010-10-30T20:45:03.602-04:002010-10-30T20:45:03.602-04:00The first hill I remember then was in the years from one to ten<br />This hill I climbed along singing life's happy song<br />But I was soon to know the hills get harder as you go<br />The next hill to come along I wouldn't be singing no song<br />The next hill to number 20 the obstacles were plenty<br />This hill in life was cruel and I was such a fool<br />Beat down and trapped in snares I lost the will to care<br />But at the end of the line oh I saw the light<br /><br />These hills of life I know get taller as we go<br />Moving upwards the only way even if we want to stay<br />Our lives continue on till we reach the setting sun<br />Looking at my next hill to climb I'm just happy to be alive<br /><br />At the top of that plateau onward I had to go<br />This hill was different from the rest no longer alone on my quest<br />A friend I'd found along the way helps me to climb higher every day<br />The hill was still the same I was the one who was changed<br />This next hill's not one I dread when I think of what lie's ahead<br />The lines upon my face remind me of a place I will see at the end of this race<br /><br /><br />These hills of life I know get taller as we go<br />Moving upwards the only way even if we want to stay<br />Our lives continue on till we reach the setting sun<br />Looking at my next hill to climb I'm just happy to be alive<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-5793660897256764426?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HnusnaQUsKjXCv1kFcc_oFeEx8M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HnusnaQUsKjXCv1kFcc_oFeEx8M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HnusnaQUsKjXCv1kFcc_oFeEx8M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/HnusnaQUsKjXCv1kFcc_oFeEx8M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/brSJhLgaOLA" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com0http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-next-hill-to-climb.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-47677576559394108282010-10-14T14:26:00.000-04:002010-10-14T14:26:09.876-04:002010-10-14T14:26:09.876-04:00<object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/15ULquhhRG4/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/15ULquhhRG4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/15ULquhhRG4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-4767757655939410828?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BTk49aaotJKxW0OP64bu3hEv8rA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BTk49aaotJKxW0OP64bu3hEv8rA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BTk49aaotJKxW0OP64bu3hEv8rA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BTk49aaotJKxW0OP64bu3hEv8rA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/Vc6Q8wIO-CA" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com0http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2010/10/amazing-baby-doesnt-flinch-while-cast.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-80167099129845205902010-10-09T11:36:00.002-04:002010-10-09T11:41:39.880-04:002010-10-09T11:41:39.880-04:00THE PRESSURES BUILDING INSIDE<br />SOMETIMES I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE<br />THE PAIN COMING FROM EVERY SIDE<br />I JUST WANNA RUN AWAY AND HIDE<br /><br />WHY AM I SO WEAK<br />I NEED YOU TO SPEAK<br />WORDS OF ASSURANCE AND SOOTHING<br />ARE YOU THERE ARE YOU MOVING<br /><br />SHOW ME A PLACE <br />IN YOUR MERCY AND GRACE<br />WHERE I'LL SEE YOUR FACE<br />SHOW ME A PLACE<br />RESCUE ME I'M SINKING<br />RESCUE ME I'M BREAKING<br />RESCUE ME... RESCUE ME...<br /><br />THE DARKNESS I FEAR'S CLOSING IN<br />I FIGHT AND FIGHT BUT I CAN'T WIN<br />SHOW ME AGAIN AND AGAIN<br />WHERE MY STRENGTH ENDS YOU BEGIN<br /><br />TO YOU I BELONG<br />I AM WEAK BUT YOU ARE STRONG<br />CAN YOU HEAR MY SONG<br />CAN YOU RIGHT EVERY WRONG<br /><br />SHOW ME A PLACE <br />IN YOUR MERCY AND GRACE<br />WHERE I'LL SEE YOUR FACE<br />SHOW ME A PLACE<br />RESCUE ME I'M SINKING<br />RESCUE ME I'M BREAKING<br />RESCUE ME... RESCUE ME...<br /><br />I KNOW YOU'RE THERE I RUN TO YOU<br />I KNOW YOU CARE I'LL TRUST IN YOU<br />I'LL TRUST IN YOU<br /><br />SHOW ME A PLACE <br />IN YOUR MERCY AND GRACE<br />WHERE I'LL SEE YOUR FACE<br />SHOW ME A PLACE<br />RESCUE ME I'M SINKING<br />RESCUE ME I'M BREAKING<br />RESCUE ME... RESCUE ME...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-8016709912984520590?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixhJpa_pEl3pIdLOhliHQiD__v8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixhJpa_pEl3pIdLOhliHQiD__v8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixhJpa_pEl3pIdLOhliHQiD__v8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ixhJpa_pEl3pIdLOhliHQiD__v8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/V914fKaeh0M" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com0http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2010/10/rescue-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-35418151178134219692009-05-23T10:19:00.002-04:002009-05-23T10:24:16.510-04:002009-05-23T10:24:16.510-04:00SITTING IN MY EASY CHAIR WITH BABY NUMBER THREE<br />ONE AND TWO ALL SNUGGLED UP AS THEY DRIFT OFF TO SLEEP<br />BIBLE STORIES AND NURSERY RHYMES THEY LISTEN AS I READ<br />IN MY HEART I REALIZE JUST WHAT JESUS GAVE TO ME<br />LITTLE BLESSINGS MY FAMILY WILL BE MY LEGACY<br /><br />MY LEGACY WILL BE IN EVERY STORY READ<br />EVERY KISS ON THE HEAD<br />WITH EVERY TEAR I SHED<br />WHEN I PRAY<br />DEAR LORD THEIR SOULS TO TAKE<br />WHEN I'M GONE AWAY<br />THEY WILL REMEMBER ME<br />AND MY LEGACY<br /><br />TIME GOES BY AND HERE WE GO WITH BABY NUMBER FOUR<br />PEOPLE SAY WE'RE CRAZY AND ASK WHY DO YOU WANT MORE<br />I KNOW IT'S NOT POPULAR BUT JESUS HE ADORES<br />EACH AND EVERY LITTLE CHILD IN THIS MIXED UP CRAZY WORLD<br />LET THE CHILDREN COME TO ME<br />THAT WAS JESUS' LEGACY<br /><br />HIS LEGACY IS IN EVERY STORY READ<br />EVERY KISS ON THE HEAD<br />WITH EVERY TEAR HE SHED<br />WHEN HE PRAYED<br />DEAR LORD THEIR SOULS TO TAKE<br />ALTHOUGH HE'S GONE AWAY<br />WE'RE REMEMBERING HIS LEGACY<br />AND WHEN I'M GONE AWAY<br />THEY WILL REMEMBER ME<br />THROUGH HIS LEGACY<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-3541815117813421969?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pf0azo1T284y4EIyVxBzllXC6sM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pf0azo1T284y4EIyVxBzllXC6sM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pf0azo1T284y4EIyVxBzllXC6sM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pf0azo1T284y4EIyVxBzllXC6sM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/lO8nU8dSbgo" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com6http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-legacy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-47322347440238160442008-07-28T10:37:00.002-04:002008-07-28T10:39:43.446-04:002008-07-28T10:39:43.446-04:00SHE KISSES HER MAMA AND GETS OUT OF THE CAR<br />SHE WHISPERS A PRAYER TO HER UNLUCKY STAR<br />WILL THIS BE THE DAY SHE WON'T GO ALONE<br />MAMA SMILES AND SAYS "YOU CAN CATCH A RIDE HOME"<br />SHE WHISPERS "YES MA'M" AS THE CAR DRIVES AWAY<br />SHE TAKES A DEEP BREATH AND SOFTLY SHE PRAYS...<br /><br />I JUST WANT TO GO TO SUNDAY SCHOOL<br />I WANT TO LEARN GOD'S GOLDEN RULE<br />PLEASE WILL YOU HELP ME TO NOT BE AFRAID<br />MAYBE NEXT SUNDAY MY MAMA WILL STAY<br />WITH HER LITTLE HEART HEAVY AS STONE<br />SHE WALKS IN THE CHURCH HOUSE ALONE...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-4732234744023816044?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jDWDr9sSuR-bneVxaCMqu4FjlcM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jDWDr9sSuR-bneVxaCMqu4FjlcM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jDWDr9sSuR-bneVxaCMqu4FjlcM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jDWDr9sSuR-bneVxaCMqu4FjlcM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/mmMPt-fX9LI" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com1http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-girls-wish.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-11756881984958362412007-12-20T20:08:00.001-05:002007-12-20T20:11:57.777-05:002007-12-20T20:11:57.777-05:00SHE WAS BROKEN AND ABUSED<br />MORE THAN A LITTLE USED<br />HER LIFE WAS GOING NOWHERE FAST<br />HER FUTURE DIMMER THAN HER PAST<br /><br />HE SAW HER AND HE KNEW<br />NOT OF THE PAIN THAT SHE'D BEEN THROUGH<br />HE SAW A GIRL LOST AND ALONE<br />NOT ONE TO BE PROUD TO BRING HOME<br /><br />TO HIM IT WAS REVEALED<br />A WOMAN CLEAN AND HEALED<br />HE SAW BEYOND HER FRAILTIES<br />THE LORD TO HIM WAS WHISPERING<br /><br />FEAR NOT TO TAKE HER AS YOUR WIFE<br />SHE WILL BE FAITHFUL ALL HER LIFE<br />THROUGH ALL SORROW PAIN AND STRIFE<br />A VISION FROM GOD ALONE<br />THROUGH THE DARKNESS HE HAS SHOWN<br />TO FEAR NOT<br /><br />ALTHOUGH HIS HEART WAS BROKEN<br />HEARING THE WORDS THAT SHE HAD SPOKEN<br />HIS LOVE FOR HER WAS STILL STRONG<br />HE COULDN'T BRING HER ANY HARM<br />HER SECRET HE WOULD HIDE<br />BUT WITH HER HE WOULD NOT ABIDE<br />UNTIL THE ANGEL OF THE LORD<br />CAME TO HIM WITH GODS WORD<br /><br />FEAR NOT TO TAKE HER AS YOUR WIFE<br />SHE WILL BE FAITHFUL ALL HER LIFE<br />THROUGH ALL SORROW PAIN AND STRIFE<br />A VISION FROM GOD ALONE<br />THROUGHT THE DARKNESS HE HAS SHOWN<br />TO FEAR NOT FEAR NOT<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-1175688198495836241?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ_IMaUE-6ot8lVsipZLClXnyV0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ_IMaUE-6ot8lVsipZLClXnyV0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ_IMaUE-6ot8lVsipZLClXnyV0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ_IMaUE-6ot8lVsipZLClXnyV0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/JHDDJ4MLV5k" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com0http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2007/12/fear-not.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-33269345085143791872007-06-10T17:34:00.001-04:002008-08-15T10:29:37.222-04:002008-08-15T10:29:37.222-04:00Sometimes I feel alone<br />I don't know where to turn<br />I feel so broken down<br />I feel like no one see's me<br /><br />My God I love with all my heart<br />But sometimes I feel that isn't enough<br />To deserve Gods love<br />But I know he does<br /><br />It's in what I know thats really real<br />You can't always trust the way you feel<br /><br />I know that God loves me<br />I know Jesus saved me<br />And I know we'll be together someday<br /><br />So when I feel like Gods not there<br />When I feel like he won't hear my prayer<br />I'll turn to what I know<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-3326934508514379187?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0vZ6ET5BIgHzNeyQpILikAV7vZE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0vZ6ET5BIgHzNeyQpILikAV7vZE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0vZ6ET5BIgHzNeyQpILikAV7vZE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0vZ6ET5BIgHzNeyQpILikAV7vZE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/PlTbd7V8Cec" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com0http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-i-know.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-56523362781999271552007-06-01T01:10:00.000-04:002007-06-04T22:19:01.846-04:002007-06-04T22:19:01.846-04:00Wounded and scarred<br />Broken and longing<br />To feel fulfilled again<br /><br />Friendships betrayed, fellowship broken<br />No kind words left to be spoken<br /><br />Jesus fill me with your love<br />Heal my wounds with power from above<br /><br />Jesus Master make me strong<br />Show me please where I was wrong<br /><br />Fill my heart with forgiving love<br />Cleanse my soul with your precious blood<br /><br />Can I ever trust again<br />With you Jesus as my friend<br /><br />I know that I can bear this loss<br />As you alone did bear your cross<br /><br />Anger overwhelming, bitterness abounds<br />Leaves no room for understanding<br /><br />A softened heart, forgiving love<br />Ever flowing, from God above<br /><br />Give to each your fellow man<br />Forgiveness and a humble hand<br />Obey the Lord and love thy neighbor<br />We are all sheep in the masters stable<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-5652336278199927155?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCpbfUreXYZSzwYPwZrUpTtH1Lc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCpbfUreXYZSzwYPwZrUpTtH1Lc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCpbfUreXYZSzwYPwZrUpTtH1Lc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zCpbfUreXYZSzwYPwZrUpTtH1Lc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/oRrnkmpSUkc" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com1http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/forgiveness.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-49419022208388264542007-06-01T01:07:00.000-04:002007-06-03T21:15:59.709-04:002007-06-03T21:15:59.709-04:00My soul feels dry, my heart is weak<br />I wait, I listen for you to speak<br /><br />Why can't I feel your presence near<br />Your absence is my greatest fear<br /><br />You say you'll always be with me<br />I know you're guiding me on my journey<br /><br />When did it begin, when will it end<br />My soul is traveling through a wilderness<br />To test my strength, to test my faith<br /><br />I know you've never left my side<br />How else this far did I survive<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-4941902220838826454?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tFN60A92niHBZWyRRUpFbsQ5KH8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tFN60A92niHBZWyRRUpFbsQ5KH8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tFN60A92niHBZWyRRUpFbsQ5KH8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tFN60A92niHBZWyRRUpFbsQ5KH8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/c6XZPANTe-4" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com0http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/survive.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5204738893852773697.post-84629119807835396352007-06-01T00:54:00.000-04:002007-06-01T01:06:48.662-04:002007-06-01T01:06:48.662-04:00In the morning when I wake<br />They're watching every step I take<br /><div></div><div>When I stumble, when I fall</div><div>I try to hide, but they see it all</div><br /><div></div><div>Please let them see, when they look at me</div><div>A sinner saved by your grace</div><div>Show them how you took my place</div><div></div><br /><div>Now I lay me down to sleep</div><div>They're little eyes are watching me</div><br /><div></div><div>I pray dear Lord my soul to keep</div><div>They're little eyes are watching me</div><div></div><br /><div>They're little eyes are always</div><div>Watching me<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyF1GjMdTo/Rl-odc6wFbI/AAAAAAAAASA/6XlxKlAG28U/s1600-h/eyes.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070956929374754226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGyF1GjMdTo/Rl-odc6wFbI/AAAAAAAAASA/6XlxKlAG28U/s320/eyes.jpg" width="221" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5204738893852773697-8462911980783539635?l=thepurplepickle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MM2svlV_TkOI7-iuode4nVbwc9M/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MM2svlV_TkOI7-iuode4nVbwc9M/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MM2svlV_TkOI7-iuode4nVbwc9M/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/MM2svlV_TkOI7-iuode4nVbwc9M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThePurplePickle/~4/ZaIkBQt9VXw" height="1" width="1"/>KristieSuenoreply@blogger.com1http://thepurplepickle.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-eyes.html