All I Have to Offer

I would sing you a song, if music I could play.
I would write you a story, if I knew just what to say.
I would hold a star in my hand, if it would light up your day.
I would show you the world, if I had the money to pay.
I would be all you want, if it means by my side you will stay.
I can give you my hand, which you can mold like clay.
I can give you my devotion, for my heart you do slay.
I can give you my life, before you I lay.
I can give you my heart, that's all I have left to sway.
I can give you my love, that's all I can display.
This is all I have to offer take it if you may.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

Hollander International

One Lesson that I have learned,
Is flying with you is a prize well earned.
The service is excellent and the pilot, impressive.
I never want to fly solo ever again!

I was taught in my life to always submit,
But when I took your flight you whizzed me to the limit.
You showed me that life meant more then surrendering,
I needed to stand up and respect myself.

To you I will give my life and love till Heaven,
Cause you make my existence more golden.
It's you that burns a hope in me.
It is to you Hollander that I am truly devoted.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

Lit by explosion.

Crimes run ramped, life under lease.
How long do I have to live in between,
A life of war and the hope of peace.
No longer hearing the sound of death's scream.

A generation brought up in contempt,
Left alone to survive in the dark.
Not knowing which way is up or what to attempt,
They strive to find themselves and make a mark.

Why did we fail to pass the torch along?
Why did we let it die with our disposition?
Didn't we understand that the damage would prolong?
Now this dark mass is only lit by explosion.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

A Battlefield Alive.

The warriors take their mark,
Arrows pointed high and swords drawn.
They fight for one lowly pawn,
The pawn that beats to supply us life.
Knights take flight against this subtle strife.
Horse's monotonously trot with every beat.
Strides long and free cutting through the falling sleet.
To take the battlefield from the plunging dark

Rhythm strives to help them along,
Pumping vital supplies to the weary soldiers.
Soldiers ride upon the fleshly mountain's protruding boulders,
Through now vicious rivers contiguously running red,
And the fields that once stood still take flight instead.
Flowers once in bloom are trampled under foot.
Life now hides in caves covered with soot,
And the Birds no longer awaken the sun with their song.

Should this remain, all is lost.
Blazing arrows now take to the air with fierce vengeance,
And swords clash almost to mute the screaming silence.
These warriors are valiantly fighting for all that is known,
Past, present, future, the seeds that once were sown
Shall never push their heads through the soil's viscosity,
If the sun does not rise and the water soak the fleshly morality.
It is this battlefield upon which we strive that is secretly at cost.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

What Has It Come To?

Kids with guns, bombs exploding,
The world is hanging on the edge of reason.
Logic and wisdom sitting there molding,
All we know of is war, no peace!
People lying, crying, committing acts of treason.
Will this horrid war ever cease?

How many voices must go unheard,
Before we finally see the blindness of this world.
Faces come mangled, backs all scourged.
Soldiers, our children see every day.
Minds deranged and all wisdom is whirled,
Sins of our fathers and hopes of the future here they lay.

We reach out to grasp a hope slowly fleeting,
A hope that our sons and daughters may see tomorrow.
A hero that would put an end to all this bleeding.
Future so far accumulates in the tyranny of a corrupt generation,
Never to see the sun only to hear the sorrow,
Hope for a hero penetrating the fabric of our consolation

Fireworks, balloons we celebrate our victory,
At the cost of millions of lives serving.
Who will stand on the roofs to tell their story?
Who will see past this eery calm that clouds our minds?
We all see the truth but never try learning,
So instead we escape ourselves with the help of blinds.

There's more then this eery calm,
Jesus come be the center of it all.
Come and hold me in your palm,
Hold my hopes, dreams and aspirations.
Come like You promised when I fall,
Save me now from this desolation.

You are the hero we are all waiting for,
Jesus save us from this vicious blood shed.
From this generation trying to leave us poor.
Jesus come burn a passion beyond this strife,
So that when all is done and said,
You will be in the center of our life.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

Set me free

I'm like a bird stuck in a cage
Looking behind these brasen bars
At a world that seems so much more
One at which I wish I could obtain

I'm like a train on a track
Running along these cold steel rails
Heading to a destination set
Never to stray away on my own.

I want more then this
To set my own path
I want more then this
To spread my wings, set me free

I'm like a snowflake falling to the ground
Only to be trampled under your feet
I'm like a fire that rages under control
Only going where you allow me to

I don't want to be that way
i want to float freely and stand upon my feet
I don't want to be that way
I want to burn brighter, faster, higher then before

I'm like a star out there shining brightly
But I'm just like the rest shimmering as bight as they
I'm like a cloud that goes where the wind blows
But I want to float where I wish to rain when I want

I want to be free to stand on my own
To hear only that what I need to hear
And folowing only those that I trust
to stand firm and not be pushed over

By Aimee R.M. Condon

In Memory of My Grandparents!

My grandparents George and Harriette Irwin lived a live of servanthood, demonstrating the best that we all could be. They lived a life devoted to God and to the commission of preaching His name unto the ends of the Earth. George and Harriette were missionaries in Vietnam where they worked and lived for most of there lives. They preached the Gospel to all kinds of tribes that lived in that area of Vietnam and there is where they loved to be. i did not personally know my Grandparents that close but their lives have always inspired me to reach for the best that is out there. The stories that I was told about there lives and the pictures that they had, ignited a passion in me to see the lost reached even if it meant losing my own life. I could see in them even in their retirement that their one goal in life was to do what the Lord called to them to do. My Grandpa never stopped even if he seemed to not be able to move or in a lot of pain he stilled pressed on to see God's kingdom spread to the Vietnamese and Chinese people that live in Toronto (the city that he retired in). I am grateful to my grandparents that they never gave up and that they continued to preach, it has inspired me to preach the Gospel no matter what the cost is. I'm grateful to God that he gave them that call, that He protected, provided and gave them a compassion for all people. I only hope that I can be even half of what they were. Their lives were filled with adventures everything I from off-roading to preaching to a tribe that believed in human sacrifice. They though all this that they experienced I'm sure must have leaned and fully trusted in God. I'm saddened but also extremely joyed to hear that they have passes on. I am saddened because they are no longer here on this earth, but I am joyed that they have left here to be in heaven with God. Their lives will forever live on in my memory and I'm sure they memories of many others. This is written to honor the lives of the faithful in Christ Jesus. The people that have inspired me to be better. but most of all in memory of my Grandparents:
George Irwin passed away on January 27, 2007
Harriette Irwin passed away on March 12, 2007

Yours truly,
Aimee R.M. Condon

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You are my dancing musical.
You make my heart beat once again,
With the running rhyme that carries my soul,
And the miraculous melody that heals my pain.

You are my life long story.
Can you hear me crying in the street,
Telling treacherous tails of failure and glory,
And numerous novels that bring wind to my feet.

You are my brilliant painting.
You make my hand reach out to touch,
The terrific texture of life slowly fading,
And the creative colors cause my blood to rush.

You are my memorise drama.
You break the mask that hides my face,
From the horrific horror of life's long trauma,
To the carousing comedy that keeps me in pace.

You are my spontaneous dance.
You break the chains that bind my expression,
From the freely flowing form that allows me to prance,
And the ranting rhythm wanting interpretation.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

A Night to Forget
A short story
by Aimee R.M. Condon


On a cold wet dreary day I sat awake in my study, trying to get a little work finished. It was probably ten or eleven at night, I'm not to sure, I was not paying to much attention to the time that ticked above my head. Why you ask, well I was submersed in the reading of a very exciting book... although by my drifting in and out of sleep it might of confused you a little. My study was cold and damp anything could put me asleep in an atmosphere like that. Every word though of that book was written firmly within my memory, by the event that unfolded that night. An event that even to this day scares me to talk about or even read within the pages of a novel of lies spun to scar even the heartless. It is not a story for the faint at heart but a story for only the brave! I was at this time probably in between one world and the other. I knew that I could not hold on very much longer the book was dragging out and the words seemed to get longer. I decided that I was going to head off to bed, once I was done the chapter that my professor told me was due tomorrow at class. I was studying English, I wanted to be the greatest novelist of all time. Although Dickens classics were not totally thrilling I knew that I must read the book. I was almost finished the chapter, a couple of pages away from the end, when I heard a subtle beat like someone was running in the distance. I thought nothing of it, after all I did live in a pretty busy place. As the fire crackled, and the seconds grew into minutes I heard this faint beat grow stronger, and bolder. I peered out my window to see what the commotion was about, when a hand covered in mud and blood dragged across my nice clean window. I ran outside with a mission. Was this man to die on the steps of my house when I knew that I had the ability to save his life? I cried out "Hello!... who's out here? You need any help?" but all I heard was the faint cry of boy not yet 13. A small child that was mangled beyond recognition. I ran and gathered the small mess within my arms and turned to see two red eyes staring back at me. I tell you now It felt like my heart was about to leap from my chest. My feet grew wings and I stumbled in my door just in time... Thud! I heard a small whimper but not a whimper of a dog but that of something that was out to get whatever it could. The whimper shook me a bit but not as much as what came next. A roar, a growl as though this beast emerged from the pit of hell. I could no longer tell if it was but a wolf, or something beyond the grave. I could hear the faint heart beat of this child who's blood now stained my carpet. Life was fleeting from his veins and I no longer knew if I could save his life. He was was more alive then ever, but yet the smell of his death lingered in my nose. Outside the beast was scratching at my door wanting only to devour the life left within this young boy. A chill rolled down my back at the thought for he would surly devour us all if he could.

I took the boy into my study, there was more light so to properly treat this boys wounds. As he lay tiredly upon my desk I knew only what I could not do for this life. I had not the power or knowledge to save this young lad from dying, but I knew of someone who did. So I woke my uncle that slept a floor above and told him of this young man's wounds. He told me to bring him directly upstairs and that is what I did. Now all I could do is pray that this young man recovers his strength and that this beast does not get in. I went to the door and the sound of claws and growling had ceased so I thought that the beast must have returned from whence it came. Hopefully that is what happened. As I began to clean up the mess that surrounded my house now. I heard this gentle tap upon my window. Maybe it was rock, maybe a bird I'm not sure but the tapping did not stop. I crept slowly to my window still shaken from the incident before and as drew the blinds away I saw only darkness... my nerves settled and let out a laugh "For sure the beast is gone now!" The mistake that I made was waiting at that window just staring into the darkness, for without warning something hit my window blood dripped from its fangs and pure hate stung me through his eyes. He was mad! His black fur matted, clumped with mud and the blood of all those that crossed his path. The red that beamed through his eyes struck my heart with fear. I slowly stepped away. The beast stared at me as though to tell me that I got in the way of his prise and now I must die. The hate that beamed through his eyes was nothing compared to the pure evil and death that spewed from his mouth. I could not believe that such an animal existed in this world, but then again I did not know where this beast came from. He began to claw slowly at my window his sharp, curved claws that still held the skin of his previous victims. I backed away even faster, but I did not leave so as to give him a chance to find a way in. I grabbed a book from my shelf a I decided to read it out loud. I did not know what the book was that I snatched form the 500 books that were on that shelf but I tell you know that the one that was in my hand was worth more to me that day then I could have ever imagined. I opened it and began to read hoping that it would possibly calm me down. "Resist the devil and he shall flee draw near to God and He shall draw near to you." The Bible! Out of 500 books I had to grab the book that could help me the least... well that's what I thought. As I read verse by verse this beast slowly backed off not losing contact with my eyes but I could see a sense of fear struck his countenance. I knew now that this beast was a demon sent on an assignment to kill this child before God could make him into a great man. So I continued to read but along with the reading I prayed. I have never prayed so earnestly in my life as I did that night. the sun rose early that morning but I had not closed my eyes all night I stared that demon down until he retreated completely. I prayed and spoke the scripture to pass with every breath that passed my lips that night. I know that the dusty Bible that sat upon my shelf had never been touched in years. until that night and I had never read so much until that scare came my way. Now I know that God is real! and that he helped me that night. The boy not yet 13 survived that tragic incident, his name is Isaiah. I still talk to him occasionally and pray for him everyday. He is now 20 years of age, out of high school, and doing better then ever. I see so much potential in that child's life. I finished my degree, I didn't become a very good novelist, but I do get to mold young minds. I teach grad 12 English, in the high school that I attended all those years ago. As for the beast that came to destroy us that one fateful night, well I have never seen him since. Praise the Lord! That night is forever printed in my head and I'm sure it is also forever on the mind, spirit and body of young Isaiah. He is a survivor and he continues to spread the joy that God has given him. I learned that night that God is forever faithful, and that no matter how I feel I must always wake up and thank God for another day.

Spring!!!

The birds do sing a song to summon the rise.
As flowers slowly reach their peddles to the prise,
Of a bright sunny morning caressing the land.
Clouds come alive!
To dance above the blueish Sky's.

Bubbling, Babbling, laughing among rocks beneath,
Rivers slowly sneaking along the cliffs chattering teeth.
Deer meandering to drink of the mischievous water,
While trees delicately shade the many wonders,
Diving, swimming, flying while the river slowly squanders.

Hope has returned to this God forsaken land.
To see the brilliant colors that dance on the sand,
Life is now here calling the forest to flourish.
The Cold dead hand of the winter's passing,
Life has warmed the heart and cold ceasing.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

Happy Easter

"There was no one thing the Apostles were more concerned to produce substantial proof then the resurrection of their master: 1)Because it was that which He Himself appealed to as the last and most cogent proof of His being the Messiah: 2)Because it was upon this that the performance of His undertaking of our redemption and salvation did depend."-Matthew Henry

Today the life of Jesus Christ is probably the most debated and under the most scrutiny then ever before. No event in Jesus Christ is more debated then the fact that He raised from the dead. Christianity, and our salvation as we know it hangs upon whether Jesus rose from the dead. The freedom from sin is not merely the act of death, but ultimately of the conquering of death. The fact that Jesus rose from the dead is what separates us from all other religions. We have a God, the God who is alive. This essay that I am writing is to prove to you that the resurrection really happened and that Jesus is truly the Messiah. "and if Christ has not been raised, your faith is worthless; you are still in your sins" (1Corinthians 15:17)

First, I would like to start off with the empty tomb. throughout the ages people have been trying to prove that there is no empty tomb even to go as far back as to say that the disciples went to the wrong tomb and that there is another one somewhere that holds the body of Jesus. Which makes you think that if the pharisees were so hard at trying to prove that Jesus never rose that they would point out to everyone to the actual tomb of Jesus Christ. Now, another theory was that the disciples stole the body. This actually began right after the resurrection the soldiers were bribed to say that so that people would not believe the true story. It says in the Bible that the tomb was sealed by a large stone, these stones were often rolled down and inclined track the stones were large, and difficult to move, in order to protect the tomb. Seeing that these stones probably weighed around 2000 pounds, I would like to see the disciples move that stone and not wake the soldiers were even sleeping in the first place. These soldiers were highly trained and conditioned, falling to sleep was punishable by death that's enough to keep anyone awake. This brings me to another point that if we were to say that the disciples were to have taken the body of Jesus we are accusing them of being complete lunatics. Wouldn't the idea of the disciples possessing the non-resurrected body of Jesus put a damper on everyone of them preaching a lie that would eventually cost them their lives and the lives of many friends and family? Somebody would have eventually cracked and admitted that it was all and elaborate hoax. Considering that all the disciples except John were killed for preaching the resurrected Jesus, and Johns adventure on Patmos Island was no vacation either. Along with this the tomb was secured with a Roman seal. Anyone who moved the stone would break the seal which was punishable by death, do you think that any of these men were ready to go through what there master had just gone through? So the tomb must have been empty seeing how we have never been able to find the body let alone any DNA. So if the Empty tomb is not proof enough then we will look t the eye witness accounts. The Bible speaks of Jesus appearing before Mary, as well as the disciples on many occasions, but none are remarkable as the fact that he appeared before five hundred people at one time as is spoken of in 1Corinthians 15:6. Today if there was an event that big we would make sure that it was recorded, and the likeliness of five hundred people seeing the same illusionist the same time is outrageous. There is another encounter of Jesus after His resurrection and its found in Luke 24:32-35 it is the story of the two men on Emmause Road. Jesus traveled for miles with these men speaking of scriptural and spiritual things and then when they found out who He was. He disappeared before their eyes. So as you see there actual recorded events of Jesus appearing after His resurrection. They were not just to the disciples but also to crowds and to weary travelers.
Now that we have talked a little about the resurrection of Jesus and some factors that prove the resurrection we are going to look at the statistical side of it. In the 1950's a statistician named Peter Stoner wrote a book called "Science speaks". In this book he exclaimed the odds of one man fulfilling just 8 of the Messianic prophecies and yet not being the Messiah. Prophecies such as: Messiah is to be born in Bethlehem: Messiah is to proceeded by a messenger: Messiah is to enter Jerusalem on a donkey: Messiah is to be silent before his accusers: and four other documented events prophesied in the Old Testament and completely fulfilled by Jesus Christ. He puts it like this the probability of one man fulfilling 8 of the prophecies and yet not being the Messiah is 1 in 10 to the 17th power.

In conclusion, the world can have their theories as to why Christ did not raise from the dead and we can have our evidences as to why we know that Jesus rose from he dead. When it comes down to it the real proof of the resurrection of Jesus Christ is in followers. The fact that 2,000 years after the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus Christ that same power that delivered men from demons, opened blind eyes and rose our saviour from the dead is still working to this day. It is bringing sinners to life;healing sickness; setting captives free; and inspiring us to preach the message of the Messiah. The power that motivated Peter to say Christ and Him Crucified forty days after denying him. The power that caused Paul to turn from killing to saving. As well as millions of Christians world wide proclaiming His resurrection for the last 2,000 years even if it meant death. God has given us the power to preform miracles and to see the dead raised. Celebrate the day that Christ conquered death. Celebrate the act every day. Be ready to give and answer to everyman that Jesus is risen!

Yours truly
Aimee R.M. Condon

Warrior

As the war rages
Here we are stranded in cages,
Never to be released
Until this war has ceased.

Calling, crying, wanting out,
As the birds soar slowly round about.
Are we here left for dead?
Isn't there someone to free us instead?

When in the distance,
I hear the sound of coming resistance.
Our troops are here!
Do they bring us our cure?

Metal upon metal,
Crashing, pounding then all is settle.
I see him there riding,
The white horse slowly gliding.

The horn then blows,
The victory chant to the battle's close.
The door swings open,
Leaving us all hoping.

Is it the warrior here,
Or someone to fear?
Then a roar rises from a mighty lion,
It is indeed the warrior of Zion!

He has triumphed,
Victory and freedom won.
To us warriors held captive.
Freed by the one true son.

The warring son,
Has saved my life.
To sing and dance,
And no longer strife.

Now I am a warrior,
For the one true son.
Though life may seem bound,
Peace now urges us to run,
Till the race is done.
To fight the good fight,
Until one day,
We spread our wings in flight.

by Aimee R.M. Condon

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If I could soar upon the wind,
Would you take my hand and help me sing.
Above the clouds would you glide with me,
With the world below as all we could see.

If I could cause time to stand still,
Would you dance with me and hold me till,
The sun doth set another day,
And the stars shine bright within its ray.

If the waves stop crashing,
Would you be near to renew my passion.
For when the hurts make me weary,
would you come and carry.

If the pounding stops within my chest,
And there is no rhythm to help me rest.
Would you create a rhyme,
That would gently chime.

If all around is dark and dismal,
would you create a light and hear my call.
For when the world overwhelms,
would you hold me in your palms.

If all around is joyous and bright,
Would you still stay here within my sight.
For I never want to see you leave,
So forever to one that I may cleave.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

To Find Beauty!!

Waves crashing upon the cliffs

Breaking rock to paint the shore

To chisel an image to the core

To pronounce to the people a life better lived

The beauty found in the arm of a wave

Painting a picture for all to save

Brilliant colours dancing in the field

Peddle upon peddle swaying in the wind

While buzzing bees gently sing

To show all that is done with teamwork on hand.

The beauty found in the dancing peddles

To give the bee the work to gain a meddle.

Crying Eloquently for all to hear.

The baby lays in his mothers arms.

To think one day he may grow charm

To woe another, to hold his hand

The beauty found within a person's heart

Is far above all wordily art.

By Aimee R.M. Condon

To all those great awesome people that I love!!!!

This is to all my great awesome friends out there.....!!!!

well were do I start I want to thank you all for all the great things that you have done for me and the support and inspiration that all of you have given to me...

Chris: Well Chris this isn't going to be as long as twy's but yeah... Just wanted to tell you that your an awesome man of God that you have inspired me and have shown me so much that I can be grateful for. You are a really great friend and a nice guy all together God bless you and keep you this year. The adventures that God is going to take you on are endless and I know that you are not just going to go along for the ride but that in all that you do and everyone that you meet you will make a lasting impression that will be hard to get over. thanx

Bill: Bill, Bill, Billy-bob what to say about Billy-bob... well even though we have our times that we are just being so totally harsh to each other I know that it's all in great fun... you are an awesome guy and a lot of fun sure I get a little scared when I see that station wagon coming my way or when I see snow falling upon the ground but you always keep me on my toes and I have to respect that... in fact I respect you... You are like a brother (the one that I never wanted). The passion that you show in all that you do you commit to it and you don't complain about it you just do it and that really inspires me in so many ways.... Thanx (lets take this outside... I'll get you one of these times)

April: Well April I haven't really known you for a really long time but what I have some to see is amazing. You are a very beautiful woman and I see you growing in so many ways. Your preservant and that encourages me to keep on... you are exciting and fun and I'm am looking forward to getting to know you so much more over this next year.

Janice: Janice you have always'd inspired me you have always'd been there for me and I'm so grateful for that... I'm so happy that you want to be my friend and that you love me. To me your a priceless gem you are one of a kind... I love it that you can be yourself... And never let anyone take that from you.. I love your passion for all kinds of things, like Art, music, youth, God, keep it up. Your voice when you sing cheers me up no matter what I feel like... And Your love for God is so evident that it just shines off your face... I love you lots from the bottom of my heart...

Conrad: My Big Bro.... You are so special to me and I know that I don't tell you that enough but you have always'd inspired me to be more then I can be( even if I was usually just being competitive) Conrad you are have always'd been my best friend the person that I can talk to whenever I really needed to talk or just to sit down and draw with even if I was never a great artist. you were the person that I loved to just sit with and watch movies and to go for Pepsi. You Conrad are so much more to me then words can explain and I love you so much thanx for everything, for the beats and the games, for the lessons and for just listening, for giving and receiving for always being there when I need you to be... thanx so much you are a mighty man of God and I have seen you grow soo much over these years God bless you and keep you as you venture more and more into your life and in Him....

James: My Little hedge Hog... you well your awesome and just to start this off what I say in this is all serious... James I want to thank you for everything for teaching me and being there for me to talk to even though I ramble on and often times state really obvious things. thanx for being the great guy that you are... I have known you for soooo many years and our relationship has grown so uniquely and I like what it is becoming. You have always'd inspired me to keep on in God. You example that you set to me was great... you were never scared to admit that you made a mistake and that you have struggle to me the fact that you are not always perfect but that you are trying to grow has encouraged me... I see your potential and I believe that it is endless. Thanx for jamming with me I love music and I know you do to but thanx for sharing your musical talent with me keep on your music is sounding better all the time. James you are loyal to your ministry and to the many things that you do and I have respect for that even when the passion may not be there I respect the fact that you are still faithful... Always be faithful with what God has given to you... You are such a special person to me and words can't express the gratitude and respect that I have for you... I know that I joke around about this all the time but you really a hero to me!!

Twyla: Well Twy it's only right if I give you a little bit of a smaller note just because I wrote you a poem and we wont want everyone getting jealous... So twy I love you so much and I love it that you are so nice and kind and sweet... Your character to me just stands out above so much you are a rare flower and I love you sooo much God bless

Lannette: Well Lannette I have always'd looked up to you... You are an amazing woman (especially enduring Mr Povey for all those years) your preservance and strive for excellence although at times look a little tiring show me that you show pride in who you are and what you do I respect that about you... You are a really great drummer and musician keep on rocking out... you are fun when you need to be fun and you are professional when you need to be professional to me that inspires me you take joy in the things that you do and pride in doing them well you are such an amazing woman... You have inspired me and for that I thank you. God Bless you!!

Lee: WELL LEE WHAT IS THERE TO SAY BUT YOU NUTS MAN!!!!! you are like so crazy but that is what makes you so cool... Sure you goof off, a lot, but you are also a man that knows what he is talking about you don't just say things for the heck of it(although I'm sure at times you probably do) you Lee even if your so out there and all over the place you inspire me in ways that I can't exactly explain because I'm not sure why.... Your RANDOMness always keeps me on my toes and your humor and endless rapping is great even if it can get annoying... you are a great man of God and I'm sure that He is going to do AMAIZING things through you.

Matt: there are a lot of things that really stand out to me over this little time that I have gotten to know you and I will start by saying that you are really and truly a great friend. you are a mighty Man of God He is going to use you and work through you in so many ways that I'm sure that I don't know how and even maybe you don't know how but you have so much potential and so much to give to God.... You are an Awesome drummer you know I wish that I could drum even half as good as you... You are a musician and I know that you love music that is what really inspires me is that your passion and zeal for music it's unexplainable but its sooo evident. Matt you are a random funny guy and you are truly a great. thanx for all the help that you have given to me... God Bless

Natalie: Well Natalie I have known you now for so many years and you have shown me so much. you are a great friend and you have a great sense of humor (after all the apple doesn't fall to far from the tree). You Natalie inspire me all the time, you are this great woman of God that is growing and growing... you are so talented and brilliant there is so much I can say about you and it's actually really hard to put in to words.. But you are a great friend an awesome leader a role model and a beautiful young woman... you mean so much to me and I love you so much... Thanx for everything...

Kimberly: Well Kim I know that you have gone through so much even in this past little while and I see you deal with it so well you are a one of a kind woman... I see you grow and mature in Christ... Keep it up... You are a beautiful flower that I see growing so greatly and I hope to be able to continue to see that.. you inspire me and build me up every time I see you your smile brightens my day I love you so much Kim and you are so special to me.

Derek: well My Bro I know that we have never really talked all that much and we don't have all that in common (other then we look a lot alike) but I have always'd looked up to you. I like it that you would include me in all the things that you did... bike rides swimming, sports, games even if mom just mad you or that you just needed another person to play... I really like hanging with you... you are a great musician and a brilliant artist and I see so much potential all the years that we have grown together you have always'd been right there even if it wasn't directly I still looked up to you and love you....

Dan: Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, well we have had lots of fun together over the years... I have to thank you for the chipped teeth and possible mental damage but it has been so much fun.... you Dan are a really great guy I don't know if everyone sees that but you are truly a nice guy... You are fun and funny and a mighty man of God. Your a worshiper and I can see it so strongly in your life you are a worshiper of God and that really inspires me... thanx for being my friend even after all these years of having to put up with my being annoying... thanx for so much I can't really put it in to words and I know that you know that I respect you so much...

Ashielgh: Ash bash you are such a smart young lady and your a woman that I see seeking after God and the destiny that he has for you keep it up. you are a beautiful young lady and you have so much potential your future is wide open take all the opportunities you can don't waist it... Your laugh and your personality just always inspire me and fill my heart with joy God bless you and keep it up love you sooo much!!!

Stacey: You are really the little sister that I have always'd wanted you are such a blessing to me!!! I want to thank you for always being there even if it was at 5am. You are the life of the party and the life of my party.... You are the greatest sister if I had one.... I love you so much.... so yeah man I have seen you grow so much and I have seen you become such a great young women and you are such a great inspiration to me you are a brilliant flower. God Bless you my little sister...

So to all of my friends out there I love you so much and thank you for all your inspiration and your helps....

Your Friend:
Aimee R.M. Condon

This is to you Twyla!!!

Twinkly Twy...

Twinkle bright my dearest.

Even though these times feel bleak

Lean on the strength that is greatest

When you are feeling weak.

Twy, oh, Twy,

Let your light shine

Don't dim or become shy,

Follow God's sign

A star, A star,

That is what you are

To me you are a star

Twinkling so everyone can see afar

To me you are kind

You have character that is hard to find

Now in this dark worlds mind

You seek the truth that is not blind

Twy to you I send my love

No matter where you are

Remember, you are far above par

Twy you are truly a gentle Dove.

With Love your Friend Aimee R.M. Condon