Oil in Orange Beach

Written by Emery on June 11th, 2010

We have been here for a few days and have only seen little spots of tar and oil. It gets on your feet but it’s easy to wash off with dawn and wasn’t a very big deal. The news said the oil shouldn’t get here until Sunday.

The oil is here now and there is tons of it. It rolled in around 9 or 10 PM. I would try to describe what it looks like but there are no words. I’ll post some pictures tomorrow.

This is all I could get tonight…..

 

Gungor

Written by Emery on April 21st, 2010

I caught wind of this band a few weeks ago. There is something really easy about this music. It’s obviously intricate but the sounds just seem to fit. I haven’t listened to the entire CD yet but a few trips to the pool should take care of that.

“Beautiful Things”

 

Poem #1

Written by Emery on April 4th, 2010

I wrote this last Sunday during church.  I’ve never had God give me a poem. I’m really excited cause I’ve been asking for some songs and lyrics lately. Happy Easter….

Today is one of those days
You know, a day like no other
When one mans decision
Impacted every other

If morning is a sure thing
And we say “death is part of life”
But see, even though they killed him
They couldn’t take His life.

See a grave was his end
But not his finale
Cause He promise that He’d be back
To come and live inside me

In 3 days He beat death
Just like He said
But He didn’t stop there
He raised us from the dead

There’s a battle raging now
And it’s over you
But we can’t let death win
A fight it was born to lose

I mean, come on,
Do you ear this
That death was calling us home
And our only remaining history
Would be an epitaph on some stone

Now the tables have turned
And I’m on the right side
See I was dead
But he won, he lives and he is here to give us new life

I’m not talking about life
That just keeps your heart beating
I’m talking about life
That gives to the poor what they’ve always been needing

So let love rush in
And His enemies shake
Cause this is love a tomb can’t hold
This is hope that death can’t break