tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76133244422087715902011-04-21T11:05:25.686-07:00Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7613324442208771590.post-48040180503222340302008-09-02T09:09:00.000-07:002008-09-05T08:32:51.357-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;">by Stan C. Countz</span><br />[Not Autobiographical]<br /><br />The kids and I took a little drive<br />On a sunny Sunday afternoon<br />We talked about love and life<br />And how the dish ran away with the spoon<br /><br />We talked about how the princess<br />Didn’t find the prince so charming anymore<br />We spoke in similes and metaphors<br />Then drove home and did our chores<br /><br />The next time we got together<br />We talked sports scores and the weather<br />How we were down to the last inning<br />About choosing and losing and winning<br /><br />We went on a picnic and went to the zoo<br />Talked about Peter Pan and the man in the moon<br />Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone<br />Playin’ in the sand and their favorite cartoon<br /><br />As I recall, it was mid-October <br />I didn't know; I couldn't see<br />Their youth would soon be over<br />They were turnin’ into teens<br /><br />The next time they saw me <br />They were eating salami and watchin' TV<br />I asked them what they’d been doin’<br />They said their life had been ruined<br />I asked “By whom.” They said “By me.”<br /><br />I sent them to their rooms and counted to three<br />I wondered “What did I do to deserve this?”<br />When it was time to leave, I couldn’t believe it<br />They wouldn’t even give me a hug or a kiss…<br />It was the end of innocence<br /><br />What could’ve happened in just one week?<br />I was so shocked I could barely speak…<br />She’d changed the locks and called the police<br />Who knows what she’d told them about me?<br /><br />My youngest girl came over to me <br />And she was sad and crying<br />I sat her down on my knee<br />And she said “Mommy’s lying<br /><br />She’s trying to make you look bad<br />To that mean police man<br />And now I’m boilin’ mad <br />I think you’re a good dad.”<br /><br />I know it’s been quite a long time<br />Since things have been fine between you and me<br />But just because we're on the skids <br />Doesn't mean you can use my kids against me<br />That’s where I draw the line<br /><br />So take my advice<br />I know the truth can hurt<br />Be kind and be nice<br />No need to drag them through the dirt<br /><br />We have to work together<br />If we hope to make it through<br />Stay focused and stay on track<br />And be careful what we say and do<br /><br />And one day we’ll look back and smile<br />Once we’ve walked that second mile<br />We’ve aced the test and won the trial<br />Done our best with grace and style<br /><br />As far as I'm concerned<br />The world don’t need more Girls Gone Wild <br />We need to learn to see the world<br />Through the eyes of a child<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7613324442208771590-4804018050322234030?l=beforeievermadeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7613324442208771590.post-21738438494766545902008-06-11T10:51:00.001-07:002008-06-12T22:16:14.601-07:00<a href="http://cant-go-back.blogspot.com/">FORGE AHEAD</a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><a href="http://nowifinallygetit.blogspot.com">NOW I FINALLY GET IT</a></span><br /><a href="http://ifonlyida.blogspot.com/">SHOULDA, WOULDA, COULDA</a><br /><a href="http://theycalledusjesusfreaks.blogspot.com/">THEY CALLED US JESUS FREAKS</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7613324442208771590-2173843849476654590?l=beforeievermadeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7613324442208771590.post-41950289444748216102008-01-11T00:13:00.000-08:002008-06-10T21:39:42.866-07:00<span style="font-style:italic;">Original lyrics by Stan C. Countz </span><br />If I will give my all; if I will give my best<br />I may hit the wall, but I will still be blessed<br />Success is not a destination; it’s a process <br />Forget what lies behind, reach instead for what lies ahead<br />I wanna stretch my mind and walk that fine line <br />Between always learning and earning my daily bread<br />The way may be tough; I may be a diamond in the rough <br />But if my heart is right and my motive pure<br />I can rest assured that my best will be enough<br />If to bless is my motivation; if success is a process<br />Not a destination, then why do I seem to need <br />to achieve a certain notoriety to feel elation?<br />What’s my motivation? Success is not a destination.<br />It’s a process of elimination so immerse me in your mercy<br />It’s not easy for me to ask you to search me and know me<br />You are the potter and I’m the clay so take me and mold me<br />My loving father, only you can truly show me the way<br />Show me how to stay on track or what is holding me back <br />Help me stay true to my purpose and not to be too nervous<br />Not to wrestle or kick, to be a vessel that’s fit for your service<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7613324442208771590-4195028944474821610?l=beforeievermadeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan C. Countzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14104456004230817655noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7613324442208771590.post-43504901421748990202008-01-06T01:59:00.000-08:002008-01-11T00:17:43.545-08:00<span style="font-style:italic;">by Stan C. Countz</span><br /><br />I was there before you were ever born<br />Before your arms and legs were formed<br />I was there when you turned away<br />I’ll be there ‘til your dyin’ day<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Before I ever made you<br />I knew I’d die to save you<br />I’ll never leave or forsake you<br /><br />Men will come; men will go<br />You will reap what you sow<br />I’ll always love you; I’ll always care<br />I’ll always be there for you <br /><br />You were confused and you couldn’t cope<br />I carried you when you’d given up hope<br />You thought I’d turned my back on you<br />But I’ll always be faithful and true<br /><br />CHORUS<br />Before I ever made you<br />I knew I’d die to save you<br />I’ll never leave or forsake you<br /><br />All we like sheep have gone astray<br />Turned every one to his own way<br />You can always count on me<br />I’ll be there ‘til your dyin’ day <br /><br />CHORUS<br />Before I ever made you<br />I knew I’d die to save you<br />I’ll never leave or forsake you<br />I knew I’d die to save you<br />Before I ever made you<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7613324442208771590-4350490142174899020?l=beforeievermadeyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Stan C. 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