<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989950161781214205</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:31:16.626-07:00</updated><category term='right to life'/><category term='Christian poetry'/><category term='partial birth abortion'/><category term='Inspiration and Motivation'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Poems'/><category term='Fences Instead of Walls'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='It&apos;s Gonna Be Hard to Call it Quits by Stan C. Countz'/><category term='Your Secret Admirer'/><category term='songwriter'/><category term='songwriting'/><category term='lyricist'/><title type='text'>RANTINGS AND RAVINGS</title><subtitle type='html'>Of a Prodigal On The Run</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989950161781214205.post-3293172400135626590</id><published>2008-10-12T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T18:10:26.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songwriter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyricist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songwriting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s Gonna Be Hard to Call it Quits by Stan C. Countz'/><title type='text'>CALL IT QUITS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/catgotyertongue"&gt;Stan C. Countz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t expect me to be doin’ anything but fine&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be cryin’ and ballin’ or tryin’ to be callin’ &lt;br /&gt;Won’t be leavin’ any messages for you of any kind&lt;br /&gt;So don't call or text me even if I cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t comin' back; I'm closing that door&lt;br /&gt;Thought I’d be sad, but I'm not anymore&lt;br /&gt;Thought I’d have it bad, be mad or bored&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t stand to see your face anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I’d be goin’ crazy or maybe just climbin’ the wall&lt;br /&gt;Thought losin’ you would hit me as I was cruisin’ the mall&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t stand to see your picture when you’d make a call&lt;br /&gt;Took your picture out of my phone and off my wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{CHORUS}&lt;br /&gt;Guess we hit a brick wall so let's just call it quits&lt;br /&gt;It's probably better if we ‘fess up and just admit&lt;br /&gt;We gave it a shot; gave it all we got; I thought you were hot &lt;br /&gt;But if I’m not takin’ your calls it's just ‘cuz it’s all &lt;br /&gt;Too hard to admit; it’s gonna be hard to call it quits&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t pitchin’ a fit, I took my hits&lt;br /&gt;I’m at the end of my wits&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna be hard to call it quits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wake up and try to find my coffee cup&lt;br /&gt;I still shower and shave and rant and rave&lt;br /&gt;And I still can’t ever get quite enough &lt;br /&gt;Tryin’ my best to be tough and brave&lt;br /&gt;I’m tryin’ to behave…but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{CHORUS}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I ask politely about you whenever I’m in town&lt;br /&gt;I try to get up to speed on everything that’s goin’ down&lt;br /&gt;But the last thing I need's another round with you&lt;br /&gt;Sure I played the game but I don’t wanna play the fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's all wrong when the feelin’s long gone&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't nothin’ goin’ on anymore&lt;br /&gt;You know that you're through when she don't do to you&lt;br /&gt;The things she used to do before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna be close, but your heart is exposed&lt;br /&gt;You try to kiss her, but your eyes won't close&lt;br /&gt;Then the red light goes off and she knows&lt;br /&gt;You’re at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{CHORUS}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{OUTRO}&lt;br /&gt;We gave it all we had and it's sad&lt;br /&gt;But you know it’s over this time&lt;br /&gt;So don’t be tryin’ to leave messages&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna find out where you been&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz I ain’t gonna take you back again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989950161781214205-3293172400135626590?l=prodigalontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/3293172400135626590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989950161781214205&amp;postID=3293172400135626590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/3293172400135626590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/3293172400135626590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-it-quits.html' title='CALL IT QUITS'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989950161781214205.post-6143295751299412778</id><published>2008-09-14T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T16:02:56.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fences Instead of Walls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>BRIDGES INSTEAD OF WALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ourstage.com/profile/prodigalontherun"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He slowly walks away &lt;br /&gt;And saves it for another day&lt;br /&gt;He builds up walls and paints them all&lt;br /&gt;The same drab shade of gray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stuffs it all into a ball&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a cryin’ shame&lt;br /&gt;They both mean well &lt;br /&gt;But who can tell how well &lt;br /&gt;They play the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the same ol’ thing &lt;br /&gt;In a new and different way&lt;br /&gt;Why should they pay a price&lt;br /&gt;That’s just too high to pay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t that easy playing second fiddle&lt;br /&gt;You can’t shake hands with a fist&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna cut it down the middle&lt;br /&gt;How did it come down to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s still expects Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;To wake her with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Her charm is quite disarming&lt;br /&gt;She needs a slap on the wrist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s got to tear down those walls &lt;br /&gt;And build bridges in their place &lt;br /&gt;Only then can she try to erase &lt;br /&gt;The stain and face the pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to rain on your parade &lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;Wish they would have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Together but they never paid their dues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes two to tango &lt;br /&gt;Or to dance the fandango&lt;br /&gt;The truth is hard to handle&lt;br /&gt;So say a prayer and light a candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For two who knew the truth&lt;br /&gt;But chose to just ignore it&lt;br /&gt;So decide if you’re against or for it &lt;br /&gt;Before you raise your voice&lt;br /&gt;Make your case, then make your choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building bridges or building fences&lt;br /&gt;Pride always goes before a fall&lt;br /&gt;When will we all come to our senses&lt;br /&gt;And build bridges instead of walls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989950161781214205-6143295751299412778?l=prodigalontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/6143295751299412778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989950161781214205&amp;postID=6143295751299412778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/6143295751299412778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/6143295751299412778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/2008/09/fences-instead-of-walls.html' title='BRIDGES INSTEAD OF WALLS'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989950161781214205.post-315649993079342935</id><published>2008-09-12T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:07:03.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ITCHY EARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1&lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna hear “the truth”&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard it ‘til I’m blue in the face&lt;br /&gt;Who needs to listen to you?&lt;br /&gt;Who needs your amazing grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2&lt;br /&gt;Got my own good word&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you hadn’t heard&lt;br /&gt;Just add a dash of faith and stir&lt;br /&gt;It’ll go down pretty easy&lt;br /&gt;Of this you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, your plan is too intrusive&lt;br /&gt;And just too narrow-minded&lt;br /&gt;My way is much more inclusive&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to be blind-sided?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are blind and I’m &lt;br /&gt;Gonna keep them closed&lt;br /&gt;My life is just fine as it is&lt;br /&gt;Don’t need to be exposed &lt;br /&gt;I got itchy ears and I only hear &lt;br /&gt;The voice of expedience&lt;br /&gt;Ringing in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about obedience?&lt;br /&gt;I’m no one’s stool pidgeon&lt;br /&gt;I’m adding my own ingredients&lt;br /&gt;And making my own religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;I only believe what I’m told &lt;br /&gt;By the latest opinion poll&lt;br /&gt;Though I’ve been bought with a price&lt;br /&gt;By the very blood of Christ&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sold into sin and bondage again&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz in my golden rule religion&lt;br /&gt;Whoever has the most gold wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTRO&lt;br /&gt;Mine is a designer faith based on convenience&lt;br /&gt;My blind eyes see only shades of gray&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could say I’m pretty lenient&lt;br /&gt;Who says we need to watch and pray?&lt;br /&gt;I’m Ok, you’re OK and I like it that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989950161781214205-315649993079342935?l=prodigalontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/315649993079342935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989950161781214205&amp;postID=315649993079342935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/315649993079342935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/315649993079342935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/2008/09/itchy-ears.html' title='ITCHY EARS'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989950161781214205.post-2989334877235943587</id><published>2008-09-05T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T01:51:05.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Your Secret Admirer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration and Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>SECRET ADMIRER</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to keep it real no matter how you might feel personally&lt;br /&gt;But it was worse for me; I thought I knew the drill&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew how you would feel about you and me&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to be content to see you socially&lt;br /&gt;I loved you spiritually and emotionally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sat in front of me in math&lt;br /&gt;You made me smile and laugh&lt;br /&gt;I liked you as soon as I met you&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I’d never forget you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why I let you &lt;br /&gt;Get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;But I did; I let you in&lt;br /&gt;And that was the beginning of the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never had the guts to tell you to your face&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could have told you&lt;br /&gt;How much I wanted to touch and hold you&lt;br /&gt;To try to make and mold you into someone who &lt;br /&gt;Would love me as much as I loved you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never really knew how I felt&lt;br /&gt;‘Til the last hand was dealt and you knelt by my side&lt;br /&gt;You bowed your head out of respect and softly cried &lt;br /&gt;I felt your heart melt instead of swell with pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you read the note I left behind&lt;br /&gt;It read “I’ll always love you forever &lt;br /&gt;Or at least until the end of time.”&lt;br /&gt;And you discovered how much&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must’ve been blind luck or fate&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask you for a date&lt;br /&gt;The first time I ever met you&lt;br /&gt;I fell for you, hook, line and sinker&lt;br /&gt;You had me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know why I let you get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;But I could never get up the nerve to let you in&lt;br /&gt;I had hoped you would begin to notice me&lt;br /&gt;I knew instinctively I could never deserve you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe we could’ve made a great team&lt;br /&gt;Now we can only be together in our dreams&lt;br /&gt;We could’ve been great together&lt;br /&gt;But now, it seems, it’s too late &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all you can do is read this letter&lt;br /&gt;And pray that I’m in a better place&lt;br /&gt;And weep for what will never be&lt;br /&gt;And pray I’ll find His grace and peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t cry for me ’cuz I’ll love you for all eternity&lt;br /&gt;Or until we see each other again&lt;br /&gt;Can you find a place inside you&lt;br /&gt;Can you think of me as your friend? &lt;br /&gt;Someone who is there to guide you?&lt;br /&gt;Who’ll stick with you ‘til the bitter end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a shame we never became friends &lt;br /&gt;We never came together&lt;br /&gt;While I was alive and well&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you will last forever &lt;br /&gt;Beyond the grave and hell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be brave ‘cuz who can really tell?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day we’ll be together again&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we’ll be more than just friends&lt;br /&gt;When one door closes another opens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t want to sound like a clown or two-bit liar&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found a way to encourage and inspire &lt;br /&gt;But I’m afraid all I did was take the easy way out&lt;br /&gt;If I’d been brave I’dve faced my fears and doubts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not tried to run away from them &lt;br /&gt;Instead I should’ve used my head &lt;br /&gt;Or so said the mystery letter writer &lt;br /&gt;And it was signed in red&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, Your secret admirer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989950161781214205-2989334877235943587?l=prodigalontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/2989334877235943587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989950161781214205&amp;postID=2989334877235943587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/2989334877235943587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/2989334877235943587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-secret-admirer.html' title='SECRET ADMIRER'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989950161781214205.post-3632646068597096296</id><published>2008-08-15T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:44:35.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHEEP WITHOUT A SHEPHERD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Stan C. Countz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father my ears can’t keep from hearing&lt;br /&gt;Their cries of misery and pain&lt;br /&gt;Seems we got what we were fearing&lt;br /&gt;My vision keeps reappearing&lt;br /&gt;The day is nearing&lt;br /&gt;When the Son of Man shall reign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’re like sheep without a shepherd&lt;br /&gt;But we can’t just sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I’d ever see the day&lt;br /&gt;We’d have to take down all the crosses&lt;br /&gt;And we’d have to count all our losses&lt;br /&gt;They want to take our faith away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father my eyes can’t stop from crying &lt;br /&gt;For this lost and dying world&lt;br /&gt;I can’t seem to keep from trying &lt;br /&gt;So keep my lips from lying&lt;br /&gt;Guess it’s just no use denying&lt;br /&gt;Your love of every boy, man and girl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father my heart can’t help from feeling&lt;br /&gt;We need to seek your kingdom first&lt;br /&gt;We could reduce our theft and stealing&lt;br /&gt;With less talk and a lot more kneeling&lt;br /&gt;The angels are dancin’ on the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;When we are walkin’ in the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want us talkin’ to strangers&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what dangers lay in wait&lt;br /&gt;Don't want no "Lone Rangers"&lt;br /&gt;Can’t sing “Away in a Manger”&lt;br /&gt;Can't ask if they're gay or straight&lt;br /&gt;They won’t even let our players pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989950161781214205-3632646068597096296?l=prodigalontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/3632646068597096296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989950161781214205&amp;postID=3632646068597096296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/3632646068597096296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/3632646068597096296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/2008/08/sheep-without-shepher.html' title='SHEEP WITHOUT A SHEPHERD'/><author><name>Stan C. Countz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A1SS_FDNUVQ/SpgItm3CuFI/AAAAAAAABLE/dF008zykNaE/S220/Stan_Duotone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-989950161781214205.post-8441922391044862777</id><published>2008-08-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:04:42.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='right to life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='partial birth abortion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Write to Life</title><content type='html'>In spite of how it may appear&lt;br /&gt;Human babies are worth saving&lt;br /&gt;So please oblige me and forgive&lt;br /&gt;My ranting and my raving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We abort our babies &lt;br /&gt;Yet baby our pets&lt;br /&gt;Vaccinate for rabies&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice our “vets”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls’ve gone wild&lt;br /&gt;This world’s gone crazy&lt;br /&gt;Like Garfield the cat&lt;br /&gt;We’re fat and lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cry and bewail the fate&lt;br /&gt;Of baby seals and whales &lt;br /&gt;Yet we think it’s just great&lt;br /&gt;Roe versus Wade prevails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s ain’t easy for me to understand&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me, it’s a load of fecies&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to see where we really stand&lt;br /&gt;By how we treat our own species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to get off our rockers and take a stand&lt;br /&gt;Partial birth abortions should’ve been banned&lt;br /&gt;Abortion doctors are makin’ a hundred grand&lt;br /&gt;While wishful adopters have to go to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve become quite adept at thinking &lt;br /&gt;We can get away with almost anything&lt;br /&gt;We cut and snip without even blinking &lt;br /&gt;We’re on a ship that’s quickly sinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say we respect &lt;br /&gt;Solomon and Socrates&lt;br /&gt;Yet docs have forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The oath of Hippocrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starve our hearts and minds&lt;br /&gt;And enlarge our bodies&lt;br /&gt;We'll be absolutely fine&lt;br /&gt;If we do lots of pilates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why, the babies had to die&lt;br /&gt;Before they ever had the chance to live&lt;br /&gt;Can we forgive ourselves for what we did?&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder what could’ve been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of what should’ve been&lt;br /&gt;The future these kids could’ve had&lt;br /&gt;It’s America’s most heinous sin&lt;br /&gt;It breaks me up and makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet we don’t get upset, mad or riled&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t a baby meant to complete us?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve no regrets, it’s not yet a child&lt;br /&gt;Yet the latin word for “baby” is “fetus” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been bewitched and beguiled&lt;br /&gt;But one day a child may greet us&lt;br /&gt;And ask us “why did I have to die&lt;br /&gt;Before I had the chance to live?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we ever forgive ourselves for what we did?&lt;br /&gt;One day they may ask us why they were denied &lt;br /&gt;Their basic right to live and what will we say&lt;br /&gt;One day a child will lead us &lt;br /&gt;but who will believe us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All our alibis and little white lies won’t hold water&lt;br /&gt;As we face the sons and daughters we’ve slaughtered&lt;br /&gt;Our excuses leak like a sieve; the truth is, it's not OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why did I have to die before I had the chance to live?”&lt;br /&gt;It’s insanity that their humanity is in question and has been denied&lt;br /&gt;We’re goin' the wrong direction for the sake of our vanity and pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz girls’ve gone wild and the world’s gone crazy &lt;br /&gt;It'd be a different situation if guys would &lt;br /&gt;Slip a wedding ring on her finger &lt;br /&gt;Before they slip it to their lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead they're makin' babies and misbehavin'&lt;br /&gt;They're barely shavin', don't wanna be a hater&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they shouldn't even date her &lt;br /&gt;they should be savin' it for later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're gettin' what I'm sayin'&lt;br /&gt;If it's attention that you're cravin'&lt;br /&gt;You could be smilin' and wavin'&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a sticky situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the crux of the issue&lt;br /&gt;It’s what you’re not seeing&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just fetal tissue&lt;br /&gt;It’s a little human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So make a note and don’t forget to vote &lt;br /&gt;We have a right to fight for the right to life&lt;br /&gt;We’re all in the same boat, but that’s not all she wrote&lt;br /&gt;‘Cuz the truth cuts like a knife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the children cryin’ &lt;br /&gt;From just outside the gates of Hades&lt;br /&gt;To a crowd of gentlemen and ladies&lt;br /&gt;Tryin’ to find some place shady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we be enemies or best friends&lt;br /&gt;Will it be too late to make amends?&lt;br /&gt;Will we be given the keys to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Or the keys to a new Mercedes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows when life begins or ends?&lt;br /&gt;So don’t forget to tell your friends&lt;br /&gt;They can see the world through a different lens&lt;br /&gt;They can be forgiven and truly cleansed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they’ll just trust Him &lt;br /&gt;To forgive them of their sins&lt;br /&gt;And cleanse them from all&lt;br /&gt;Unrighteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the jist of it&lt;br /&gt;We just need to quit&lt;br /&gt;Sacrificing innocence&lt;br /&gt;For expediency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need to sue for indecency&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need to use more leniency&lt;br /&gt;We need to tune in to a new frequency &lt;br /&gt;And pursue honesty and decency &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has He done for you recently?&lt;br /&gt;If you honestly can’t think of anything &lt;br /&gt;Then thank Him for setting you free&lt;br /&gt;And for taking you as you were &lt;br /&gt;And allowing you to be the person &lt;br /&gt;You were placed in the womb to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for granting me &lt;br /&gt;This opportunity &lt;br /&gt;To do some ranting and raving&lt;br /&gt;Because our future is at stake&lt;br /&gt;And our babies are worth saving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/989950161781214205-8441922391044862777?l=prodigalontherun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/feeds/8441922391044862777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=989950161781214205&amp;postID=8441922391044862777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/8441922391044862777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/989950161781214205/posts/default/8441922391044862777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prodigalontherun.blogspot.com/2008/08/write-to-life.html' title='Write to Life'/><author><name>Stan C. 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