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Love and Light from HEALING Creek
Tuesday April 8, 2008
Sometimes, there just is no explanation.
One of Joey's old college buddies dropped by work today and asked if Joey had heard from "Buffalo" lately. Nobody had seen Buffalo in years and someone had called asking about him.
Joey's better than all of us on the computer and after doing a search, found these articles:
Gaston County man may have lived well below his means; squalid conditions belie dead man's apparent wealth
September 13, 2007 - 7:59PM
By Adam Linhardt
GASTONIA — A possible millionaire died living amid squalid conditions in a Gastonia hotel this week.
Janitors found Wayne Dobson Buffalo, 55, dead Tuesday in his room at the Value Lodge on Cox Road, near the I-85 exit. He lived among empty bottles, used cigarette butts, old newspapers and human waste.
And then there were the bank statements indicating Buffalo had far more money than his living conditions indicated and that left cleaning crews scratching their heads.
Buffalo apparently owned $1.4 million in mutual fund stocks, according to a statement dated this year, said Mark Fagala, owner of Fagala Biohazard Specialists LLC.
Bank paperwork dated two years ago stated Buffalo had a balance of $72,726.12 in stock interest, according to a document in the room Thursday night.
“We try to do everything we can for the families,” Fagala said. “It’s my understanding a brother has been contacted, but I haven’t been able to talk to him yet. Right now we’re primarily concerned with getting things clean for the family.”
The Gazette could not reach anyone related to Buffalo Thursday night.
There was so much garbage, waste and other debris in the room that Fagala could not open the door all the way. “I never throw up,” Fagala said Thursday. “But honestly, I did get a little queasy.”
A Gastonia Police report lists the cause of death as natural, but police are awaiting autopsy results.
As crews cleaned, they tagged some items for family members including a laptop computer, three guitars and about $1,000 cash.
Buffalo’s 2006 Nissan Altima was parked outside.
James Swanson, a friend of Buffalo, lives in Cramerton, but he met Buffalo years ago. Swanson stayed in the Value Lodge while his living arrangements were in limbo, Swanson said. Swanson described Buffalo as a nice guy who never needed money, unlike many of his neighbors at the lodge. And that was six years ago, Swanson said. “I never heard him mention money,” Swanson said. “You could tell he had money, you know, he always had some on him and never complained about it.” And Buffalo had nice things, Swanson said — a new laptop computer, a new car, old books that cost $90, and he would go see the Clemson University Tigers play football in South Carolina four or five times a year. “And he lived there,” Swanson said. “I could never figure it out. I finally asked him, ‘Why don’t you get a nice furnished apartment?’ He would say he just likes it there, he knows the people there.” Swanson described Buffalo as very political, a man who knew national and international politics well. “He would listen to talk radio all day,” Swanson said. “And play the stock market on his laptop.”
And there was the loose change.
“It was everywhere,” Fagala said. “Silver change, lots of it.”
“He was a very intelligent man,” Swanson said. “None of this makes any sense to me.”
Barti Patel, the general manager for the Super 8 Motel and Value Lodge, said Buffalo has been staying at the lodge for more than a year, but she was unsure how long he had been a tenant.
Patel too, described a quiet man that “did not bother anyone, a good person.” Janitors would ask to clean Buffalo’s room once a week — they would knock from the outside, never seeing the inside — but Buffalo would say he was not feeling well or busy at the time, Patel said.
“He would say he was not feeling well and to please not disturb him,” Patel said. “He was a very nice man who never bothered anyone and always paid his rent on time, so we did not disturb him.”
Patel said that she has not seen the room, but has instituted a new policy that calls for all tenants to agree to open their doors and allow crews to clean once a week.
“This is our policy now,” Patel said.
Patel said he knew nothing about Buffalo other than he was a gentleman to everyone he met at the lodge.
Man lived in trash, died a millionaire
September 16, 2007
A Gastonia man who died in a garbage-filled hotel room was apparently a millionaire.
Wayne Dobson Buffalo, 55, died of natural causes last week, police said. He was living at Gastonia's Value Lodge, an extended-stay hotel that typically costs $190 a week.
After he was found, the hotel hired Mark Fagala, owner of Fagala Biohazard Specialists, to clean and sanitize Buffalo's hotel room. Fagala said his company had to remove 5,000 pounds of trash -- including newspapers, cigarette ashes, empty bottles, soup cans and other waste -- from the room.
He also found something else: a financial statement that showed Buffalo owned $1.4 million in Wachovia stocks and mutual funds.
'I said, `This just can't be right,' ' Fagala said. 'Just the fact that you had that much money and you would subject yourself to live in that type of environment. Everything was so dirty.'
Gastonia Police Sgt. Fred McMurray said Buffalo was unemployed at the time of his death. He had lived in the hotel at least two years.
Friends, who confirmed his wealth, describe him as a funny and generous man who chose an untraditional lifestyle. They said he wasn't interested in owning or maintaining a home.
'I knew he was wealthy,' said Amy Lunsford, who works at the hotel's front desk and considered Buffalo a friend. 'He didn't tell everybody; only the people he trusted.'
Friends said Buffalo told them the money came from a family inheritance.
Buffalo lived off the interest, said Ken Tallent of Stanley. 'He never spent the principal,' Tallent said. 'That way, he always got the money.'
He said Buffalo was trying to save his money 'because he knew his health was going to go bad, and he knew that was going to be the only way to get medical attention.' Buffalo had a heart condition, said Tallent, who attended Buffalo's funeral Sunday. Buffalo died Tuesday.
He and other friends knew Buffalo lived a simple life free of many possessions. But they couldn't explain his living conditions.
Troy Stevens, Amy Lunsford's wife, said Buffalo gave them more than $100 for their grandson's christening.
'If you needed anything, he would give it to you,' Stevens said. 'We knew he was financially set, but he never talked about it.'
Buffalo grew up in the Greenville, S.C., area and graduated from Georgia Southern University in 1975 with a degree in sociology, said college friend Paul Morgenthal.
Morgenthal said Buffalo focused on music and friends.
'He wanted to play music,' Morgenthal said, adding that Buffalo was a skilled guitar, bass and keyboard player who often played with bands during his college years. 'He had a heart of gold.'
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Friends recall millionaire found dead among trash in hotel room as having 'heart of gold'
September 15, 2007 - 1:14AM
By Adam Linhardt
GASTONIA — The millionaire from Greenville, S.C., who died in a filthy Gastonia hotel room Tuesday — Wayne Dobson Buffalo or just “Buffalo” to many — left a legacy of generosity and laughter, his friends said.
“He could walk into a room full of depressed people and have them laughing in minutes,” said Paul Morgenthal, a family friend. “He had a heart of gold.”
Morgenthal was one of many friends of Buffalo who called The Gazette Friday. Buffalo — a man whose wealth was seemingly at odds with where and how he lived — was an accomplished musician, a jokester and a raving sports fan who loved the Clemson University Tigers.
Buffalo — who had more than $1 million in the bank at the time of his death, according to bank statements found in his room — lived the last few years of his life at the Value Lodge on Cox Road near I-85. Buffalo had heart trouble, said friend Ken Tallent of Stanley.
Friends and family attributed Buffalo’s health problems to the horrid living conditions of his room at the Value Lodge. Empty bottles, old newspapers, cigarette butts and other garbage filled the room.
“It’s really a shock,” said friend Shannon Williams of Mount Holly. “I just can't believe it.”
Buffalo had been trying to find medical help the last few months of his life, said Morgenthal. He had heart trouble and found it difficult to sit and move about, his friends said. Buffalo had in fact been to a doctor the day before his death, Morgenthal said.
“From what I understand he had been to doctors who would send him to this specialist and to this so and so,” Morgenthal said. “It makes me think of how the indigent are treated in this country, yet Buffalo had cash on the barrel head. What does that say about the state of health care in this country? He had the means to buy a wing of any hospital. I'm just shocked.”
Morgenthal went to Georgia Southern College with Buffalo, and both graduated in the mid-1970s, he said. Morgenthal, now a Savannah, Ga.-based attorney, described Buffalo as a jokester who called in to the “John Boy and Billy” radio show so often they invited him to the studio.
Buffalo worked as a metal-shear operator with Flair Filtration in Stanley for 18 years before he inherited his wealth after a death in the family about 10 years ago, friends and family said Friday.
“He was very intelligent and very prudent,” Morgenthal said. “And he invested his money wisely.”
Nearly all his friends who called shared similar stories about Buffalo’s generosity.
“We were watching the game,” Williams said. “Of course he’s a Clemson guy and I'm a North Carolina guy, so we'd talk junk to each other when I started on complaining about bills.”
Williams was $2,000 behind on his mortgage, he said, when he was laid off.
“’Buff’ said, ‘Don't worry about a thing, meet me at the bank tomorrow,’” Williams recalled. “We set up a plan so I could pay him back and a couple of months went by and along came Christmas. He took our agreement and thew it in the trash. He said, ‘You're not paying me back no more. Call it even.’”
And then there was the time Larry Aiken — a Mount Holly guitar player that jammed with Buffalo — had a family member on the verge of getting her power turned off.
Buffalo paid the bill, Aiken said.
“Never asked for a dime back, he said ‘take it,’” Aiken said.
Buffalo played the guitar — he lent Aiken one his guitars for a talent show at Flair Filtration once — as well as the drums, bass, clarinet and piano among other instruments.
Friends asked Buffalo to buy a house or rent an apartment, they said.
“He just said it was too much trouble and that he liked his neighbors where he was at,” Aiken said.
Buffalo was an astute man who could talk on a number of subjects, but his favorite might have been politics.
The millionaire loved to read, Morgenthal said.
“He knew everything about politics,” Tallent said. “He knew everything that was going on in the world and he could talk for days on religion and just about everything in between.”
So the millionaire who lived in the Value Lodge near I-85, who so often shared his wealth with those in need, who played a litany of musical instruments, who made others laugh so readily he was invited on a national radio show might well have been a philosopher too.
“I feel terrible, very sad,” Aiken said. “We’ve lost a true gentleman.”
Buffalo had always been a little odd ... like showing up for a black tie wedding dressed impeccably but with no socks ... like the time he got up on stage and played 30 seconds of the BEST music anyone had ever heard and put his guitar down, smiled and waved and walked off the stage ...
Buffalo could hear a piece of music only one time and play it perfectly on any instrument ... guitar, bass, piano, drums, ... He could do the same with voices. He was like a human mockingbird. There wasn't anyone that he couldn't mimic.
Joey remembers a time when Buffalo started playing a pipe organ ... not banging on keys ... but well enough that most people thought it was a tape of a famous professional. Joey said people came out of rooms and alcoves to listen to his music ... until Buffalo realized that he had drawn an audience. He stopped playing and quietly walked away.
Buffalo knew stuff ... ALL kinds of stuff. He just knew. If someone asked a question about something happening across the world, Buffalo knew. If someone couldn't think of a word, Buffalo did. If someone was puzzling over a college assignment, no matter what the puzzle, Buffalo knew the answer.
There wasn't anything Buffalo couldn't do. He had brains, talent, money; and yet, his life ended one step up from a homeless man. How does that happen? How could all that talent just go to waste?
It is something we will puzzle over for years to come. Tonight, we are just in shock.
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Monday April 7, 2008
Thursday April 3, 2008
I packed up the last of it today, reminders of an old friendship. While I packed, I wondered what would happen to my friend. I wondered if I could have done more.
We met a few years back in a victims forum. Laura (not her real name) seemed mostly through her healing. She had a fun sense of humor and an unusual zest for life. Laura's outlook on life could have been called inspiring. We talked about being survivors and even about working on a few projects together.
Laura shared bits and pieces of her story with me through the years. Some of her story was familiar to me. Some of her story involved abuse that I hadn't even heard of. I felt hurt for her and wondered how anyone could ever be so cruel, especially (in her case) to a child. I listened and tried to find some kind of meaning in it all.
Then, Laura told me that she had multiple personalities. Today, it's called Dissociative Identity Disorder. I'll get to the "medical description" in a minute. Before we talk about the "science", I want to say that my old friend (and anyone else who suffers from DID) wasn't and isn't a bug to "study under a microscope". She's real. She's been through a lot and come a long way. Laura, and people like Laura, don't need our criticism. They need our understanding and our compassion.
A Dissociative Identity Disorder: Merck Manual Home Edition says:
Dissociative Identity Disorder and Childhood Abuse
About 97 to 98% of adults with dissociative identity disorder report having been abused during childhood. Abuse can be documented for 85% of the adults and 95% of the children and adolescents with dissociative identity disorder.
Although childhood abuse is a major cause of dissociative identity disorder, that does not mean all the specific abuses alleged by people with this disorder really happened. Some aspects of some reported experiences clearly are not accurate. In addition, some people were not abused at all, but rather, suffered an important early loss, such as the death of a parent, a serious physical illness, or some other very stressful experience.
What I came to believe is that inside all of us, when the pain is too much for us to bear, God gave us an extreme coping skill where we can bundle up all that pain and place it in the care of a tiny part of our self. Then, that part of our personality simply breaks off to hold the memory until we are strong enough to take the memory back, if we are ever strong enough.
I felt compassion and concern for Laura. I worried because I saw how some of those personalities interfered with her daily activities ... like the "five year old personality" coming out to play while Laura was driving the car. I was on the phone with her at the time. I tried very hard not to panic and remain calm, but inside, I felt the same way anyone would feel if a five year old were driving down the freeway in rush hour traffic. I didn't know anything about multiple personalities, but I thought I better learn if I was going to be able to support my friend ...
Dissociative Identity Disorder
In dissociative identity disorder, formerly called multiple personality disorder, two or more identities or personalities alternate.
Dissociative identity disorder appears to be a rather common mental disorder. It can be found in 3 to 4% of people hospitalized for other mental health disorders and in a sizable minority of people in drug abuse treatment facilities. However, some authorities believe that many cases of this disorder reflect the influence of therapists on suggestible people.
Dissociative identity disorder appears to be caused by the interaction of several factors. These include overwhelming stress; an ability to separate one's memories, perceptions, or identity from conscious awareness; abnormal psychologic development, and insufficient protection and nurture during childhood.
Human development requires that children be able to integrate complicated and different types of information and experiences. As children learn to achieve a cohesive, complex identity, they go through phases in which different perceptions and emotions of themselves and others are kept segregated. These different perceptions and emotions become involved in the generation of different selves, but not every child who suffers abuse or a major loss or trauma has the capacity to develop multiple personalities. Those who do have the capacity also have normal ways of coping, and most of these vulnerable children are sufficiently protected and soothed by adults, so dissociative identity disorder does not develop.
Although childhood abuse is a major cause of dissociative identity disorder, that does not mean all the specific abuses alleged by people with this disorder really happened. Some aspects of some reported experiences clearly are not accurate. In addition, some people were not abused at all, but rather, suffered an important early loss, such as the death of a parent, a serious physical illness, or some other very stressful experience.
What all that meant for Laura was that even though she is very intelligent, her perceptions and emotions swung way out of control sometimes. I would try to sooth and calm her the same way I would any adult, but in reality, those out of control moments were probably one of her more immature personalities.
I couldn't always tell when there was a shift because whatever was happening on the inside of her always looked the same on the outside. I could have a whole conversation with "one personality" and the others would have no memory of it. I think now that one of the mistakes I made was trying to "normalize" those moments by thinking that "she just forgot" or "maybe, she's in menopause too". I'd shrug it off and repeat myself.
The first time I saw Laura "be another person" was surprising, only because she "became" a "five year old in a woman's body" in the middle of a gift shop full of breakables. Her face changed. Her voice changed. It was kind of like having a severely retarded adult "appear" out of nowhere, but I have volunteered with retarded adults before ... No problem, right? ... Except, I remember wishing my friend was there to help me cope with the person she was ... It doesn't make sense to say it that way, but it is how I felt.
See? I'm doing it again. Even now, I am trying to put it into a "normal" context, as a way of explaining it. It's not "normal", but shoot, who of us really is "normal"?
I still choose to believe that it was God's way of saving that precious soul all those years ago and the journey back to herself will be harder than some ... easier than others ... but I ask God to be with Laura all along the way. Amen.
Symptoms
People with dissociative identity disorder often describe an array of symptoms that can resemble those of other mental health disorders as well as many physical disorders. Some symptoms are an indication that another disorder is indeed present, but some symptoms may reflect the intrusions of past experiences into the present. For example, sadness may indicate coexisting depression, or it may be that one of the personalities is reliving emotions associated with past misfortunes.
Dissociative identity disorder is chronic and potentially disabling or fatal, although many with the disorder function very well and lead creative and productive lives. People with this disorder are prone to injuring themselves. They may engage in self-mutilation. Many attempt suicide.
In dissociative identity disorder, some of a person's personalities are aware of important personal information, whereas other personalities are unaware. Some personalities appear to know and interact with one another in an elaborate inner world. For example, personality A may be aware of personality B and know what B does, as if observing B's behavior; personality B may or may not be aware of personality A. Other personalities may or may not be aware of personality B, and personality B may or may not be aware of them.
The switching of personalities and the lack of awareness of one's behavior in the other personalities often make life chaotic for people with dissociative identity disorder. Because the personalities often interact with each other, people with dissociative personality disorder report hearing inner conversations and the voices of other personalities commenting on their behavior or addressing them. They experience distortion of time, with time lapses and amnesia. They have feelings of detachment from one's self (depersonalization) and feelings that one's surroundings are unreal (derealization). They often have concern with issues of control, both self-control and the control of others. In addition, people with dissociative identity disorder tend to develop severe headaches or other bodily pain and may experience sexual dysfunction. Different clusters of symptoms occur at different times.
People with dissociative identity disorder may not be able to recall things they have done or account for changes in their behavior. Often they refer to themselves as "we," "he," or "she." While most people cannot recall much about the first 3 to 5 years of life, people with dissociative identity disorder may have considerable amnesia for the period between the ages of 6 and 11 as well.
The switching of personalities, lack of awareness, memory gaps and overall behavior really got confusing. I'm sure that life is confusing for my friend, but it is confusing to be her friend too. I am pretty accepting of people and their stories, but what if their stories keep changing and you can't call them on it because depending on the person you talk to, the person who did it might "not be home"?
Twice, Laura drew me into her personal conflicts by making me feel like she was really being hurt. I'm a Mom, a Grandmother and a recovering co-dependent so "rescuing" isn't a big leap for me. Twice, I jumped in to the middle of a fight, looked around and realized that there was no fight.
I began to look at Laura differently ... I realized that she didn't see herself even close to the way she was. In her mind, she sees herself as an artist, a writer, a photographer, a totally in charge businesswoman who loves life, but it's just a mask. I think on some level, she knows it's a mask, but I'm not sure how aware she really is.
I started to listen to Laura's stories and heard contradictions I hadn't noticed before. It wasn't that she was intentionally lying. She really believes the voices in her head. She really doesn't know the difference. It is impossible to argue or debate with someone who has four-five internal conversations going on at the same time. Inside, even after years of managing the voices, she couldn't really hear me. Outside, I never really knew who I was talking to. Laura argues in a rigid point by point way ... saying she learned to talk/write that way in management training ... but I believe she argues that way to keep all the voices straight, even if the facts get muddled.
I have never been through the kind of pain Laura has suffered. There is no way that I can really understand what she goes through on a daily basis. I know it's a struggle just to get up in the morning and go through her day, acting "normal".
Diagnosis
To make the diagnosis of dissociative identity disorder, a doctor conducts a thorough psychologic interview. A medical examination may be needed to determine if a physical disorder is present that would explain certain symptoms. Special questionnaires have been developed to help doctors identify dissociative identity disorder.
Interviews may need to be prolonged and involve careful use of hypnosis or drug facilitation (see Amnesia and Related Disorders: Treatment and Prognosis). Hypnosis or drug-facilitated interviews may make the person more likely to allow the doctor to encounter other personalities or to reveal information about a period for which there is amnesia. However, some doctors feel that hypnosis and drug-facilitated interviews should not be performed because they believe the techniques can themselves generate symptoms of dissociative identity disorder.
Treatment and Prognosis
Some symptoms may come and go (fluctuate) spontaneously, but dissociative identity disorder does not clear up on its own. The goal of treatment is usually to integrate the personalities into a single personality. However, integration is not always possible. In these situations, the goal is to achieve a harmonious interaction among the personalities that allows more normal functioning.
Drug therapy can relieve some specific coexisting symptoms, such as anxiety or depression, but does not affect the disorder itself.
Psychotherapy is often arduous and emotionally painful. The person may experience many emotional crises from the actions of the personalities and from the despair that may occur when traumatic memories are recalled during therapy. Several periods of psychiatric hospitalization may be necessary to help the person through difficult times and to come to grips with particularly painful memories. Generally, two or more psychotherapy sessions a week for at least 3 to 6 years are necessary.
My friend has been in the process of integrating, but maybe, it's a little like cleaning an office ... It gets worse before it gets better.
During therapy, Laura got much closer to her pain. She became more rigid in her interaction with her closest friends, getting angry if we didn't do what she wanted us to do or say what she wanted to hear. Sometimes, it felt like she expected us to read her mind. Her other personalities knew what she wanted without having to ask. Why didn't we? I saw her get frustrated with people and just write them off, refusing to even talk to them. She was really cold about it. Ice. She would talk about them in the cruelest way and then, later, say that someone else said it. She used me to hurt someone and to this day, claims she had nothing to do with it.
I tried to talk to her several times, but if I got too close to something she wasn't ready to see, she said I was throwing it in her face.
If she thought I was telling her what to do, she said I was being controlling.
If she felt like I was too direct, she said I was rude.
If I spoke too softly, she said I was being condescending.
If I didn't give her a good enough answer, she said I was cold or uncaring.
I think that's probably when I gave up the friendship. How can you be a friend when you aren't "allowed" to talk?
Laura asked me several times to describe love to her. It's possible that because of her abuse, she really doesn't know what love was. Who can blame her for that? Not me. It becomes exhausting to be her friend when she wants/needs/expects me and anyone else close to make up for the love she never had. Most of us have family, extended family and friends ... but how would it be if we never had a REAL family or a REAL friend?
I feel sad because I couldn't be that friend. I would have liked to have been, but who could ever make up for a lifetime of lost friendships?
When Laura realized that I wasn't that ONE GOOD FRIEND, she turned on me the same way she turned on the others. Where I once was this "amazing, awesome, wise and wonderful friend" (I never really was amazing, awesome, wise and wonderful by the way ... sure, I have my moments ... but I am quite human), I now was everything she hates in the world, and believe me, she has a lot of HATE stored up.
How do you be a good person and a kind friend to someone that is swinging at the whole world? I don't know. The truth is, even though she is out there saying really ugly things about me, I am grateful for the distance.
It's a relief. I am grateful for the rest.
Of course, it hurts, but I won't defend myself. I know the truth. I know who I am. I can't defend myself without telling her story and I won't do that. I don't want to add to her hurt. She has enough hurt to last 100 lifetimes.
Of course, it helps for me to talk about my friend. I miss her, even if she was wearing a mask. It was a really nice mask. I don't want you to feel sorry for me or my friend. I don't think she would want that either. I am hoping that our story will help you be more understanding as you move through your day.
We never really know how much pain the person we meet is carrying, because some of the worst pain is invisible. There is a lot of hurt in the world. People don't need our fear or our anger. They need our compassion and our kindness ... as much as we have got to give.
Disclaimer: My friend will probably read this. If she does, she should know that while I will share our story in very general terms, her identity will remain a secret. If anyone on the internet thinks I am talking about them, you are wrong. If anyone else reading this, attempts to guess at who I am talking about, you are missing the point. My point is that it helps me to talk about it. Like everything else in my life, I believe that awareness and understanding can lead to mighty miracles ... and I am hoping for a miracle for Laura.
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Wednesday April 2, 2008
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SUNSET
Every night
The horizon lights up
Swirls of pink and orange
Fading to blue and purple
Few bother to look anymore
At a blessing
That only comes once a day
Each sunset is different
No two exactly alike
Difference flows throughout
While it is the only similarity
Over the ocean
Or through the sky scrapers
Out on the prairie
Or in an apartment
You can still see a piece
A piece of something
Something never to return
A sunset
For the colors are shimmering
For a moment they stay
Only to disappear into change
Change just as beautiful as the last
This is why
No matter where you go
One thing remains the same,
A difference in sunsets
In your very own sunset
Written by Jessica Millsaps
and presented by
Whit's Whittlings by Whit's Whittlings
Be still for a moment and rest your weary eyes
Your weary soul
Your weary heart
Bring them before Jesus and you shall be renewed
When you can only see
Your life in shades of gray
Jesus will restore it with
Glorious color
If your spirit feels as though
it is broken beyond healing
Jesus will revive it to a
New found strength.
When your capacity to love
Is limited by fear or prejudice
Jesus will show you the
True meaning of compassion
Be still for a moment and rest your weary eyes
Your weary Soul
Your Weary Heart
In the comfort of God's everlasting mercy.
Written by Lisa Marie Seidman
and presented by
THE OTTUMWA SHAMAN. by HAWK....
ONE SAFE PLACE
How many roads you’ve traveled
How many dreams you’ve chased
Across sand and sky and gravel
Looking for one safe place
Will you make a smoother landing
When you break your fall from grace
Into the arms of understanding
Looking for one safe place
Life is trial by fire
And love’s the sweetest taste
And I pray it lifts us higher
To one safe place
How many roads we’ve traveled
How many dreams we’ve chased
Across sand and sky and gravel
Looking for one safe place
Written by Marc Cohn
presented by me!
Sweet Dreams!
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