<?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-12010050</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:14:34.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The ledge...closer than you think</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-112346755028386939</id><published>2005-08-07T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:19:10.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now!!!</title><content type='html'>lkjasdjfiehnj oinsalkdnf woiej foiasjdohgoi hoiahefkjbkahweoi fh&lt;br /&gt;asdjf woi fbniaeiuqiopiejhw osdfnb23jh r&lt;br /&gt;pfewikjrh 2943h fih4iuh kasjdhfi hdsiutg39487 fb 34hfi udsf987 yakslh fq87o4gr ijhsdf'34efhkasjdf9sdf hweiu h 932u4h fiusahd fiuh3q i84 gf83q4 gfiu egh fih asiud fhq387g fiausdhg fiuqhge ify8974hgq3iug rfiudhf isudhifushdkjfhskahfksajdhfkasjhfp akhfd kjdfgedsfgdfgsdbgasometimesijustwanttogoawayandnevercomebackwannacomewithhdfkljasdhfkljashd fkjawehf iouahsdl fkjh a9euhf ioajhds kfhiq3wuhef kajhifuqhgiegfaipsjdhfk ;qjhf9iuhq4 p9iausyh df98qpy43h er98q4ehy 3qp9ahyq1yr9q324ry8qohy8oq27ryOQyqa6yr38qo yrqoy38qor o8auwg efoq87grhajklwhdf 8qojy rgosaDjhf 8o frashdfq27h ryaskhf 87o rfqhdf 87oq frasjdhf8oq rfasiludhf 8oq74r whefq yriaugeh fiquw4gf aiehr q3y4gtfpajihd fhpiauh4r f843yhtiahsdf hk saefkj 1=ask jdfhi3wu iuh aisuhd fiuweghaihf iuweh f hasfi hq!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-112346755028386939?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/112346755028386939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=112346755028386939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/112346755028386939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/112346755028386939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/08/right-now.html' title='Right now!!!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-111717050137972312</id><published>2005-05-27T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T00:08:21.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something In the Air</title><content type='html'>This is the shortest song I've ever written. I actually wrote it on the way to one of my classes while attending Minot State University. Again, very simple but sometimes in our lives we need to remember the simple....remember the basics. Like tonight at softball. We were trying too hard to make plays and things weren't going good. Then we settled down and just did the simple stuff and things came together and we won. So...moral of the story.....practice more!!! Na....keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something in the air that's calling me&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem to care how I feel&lt;br /&gt;I've asked You once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Did my words not come out right&lt;br /&gt;Still that something in the air is all I need&lt;br /&gt;Lord Your spirit is all I need&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-111717050137972312?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/111717050137972312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=111717050137972312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111717050137972312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111717050137972312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/05/theres-something-in-air.html' title='There&apos;s Something In the Air'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-111560118606257641</id><published>2005-05-08T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T20:13:06.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry</title><content type='html'>I wrote this song a few years ago and the song lasts about as long as it takes to read it. It's simple....but honest. There is nothing more powerful than the love we give to others, because He gave us that love first, and He will always love us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running though my mind&lt;br /&gt;Images of when my heart was blind&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting what You said&lt;br /&gt;And all Your promises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it hard to see&lt;br /&gt;That You still could love inspite of me&lt;br /&gt;I turn away with shame&lt;br /&gt;Then You took all the blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You carried me&lt;br /&gt;You took my world and set me free&lt;br /&gt;All of You...none of me&lt;br /&gt;You carried me, You carried.....me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-111560118606257641?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/111560118606257641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=111560118606257641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111560118606257641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111560118606257641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/05/carry.html' title='Carry'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-111527111246804562</id><published>2005-05-05T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:31:52.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>Today I got my first sunburn of the year....funny....it's not as exciting as it sounds. Here's a sample of my latest song...more to come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to a place that I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to get to there from here&lt;br /&gt;It's a chance we'll take&lt;br /&gt;Before too long it'll be too late&lt;br /&gt;And all our clouds will reappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to meet Him face to face&lt;br /&gt;Then all my doubts will be erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's time for all of us to find&lt;br /&gt;What it is that makes us whole&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to leave this empty world of make-believe&lt;br /&gt;And trust in You for evermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is to meet Him face to face&lt;br /&gt;And ask Him how long will it take&lt;br /&gt;For me to put it all to rest&lt;br /&gt;And enter in to His holiness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-111527111246804562?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/111527111246804562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=111527111246804562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111527111246804562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111527111246804562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/05/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-111387785183587105</id><published>2005-04-18T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:30:51.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Serve the rhythm of the Lord...</title><content type='html'>A couple Sundays ago I was running sound for the youth band that was leading worship for 3 services throughout the day and at the end of the service the worship director said to everyone, "Serve the risen Lord", but to me it sounded like "serve the rhythm of the Lord" and I thought that was pretty cool. It didn't sound too weird because coming from the mouth of Craig it made sense...he is a musician through and through and he would be the kinda guy to say something like that. I think it's pretty cool and I'm going to keep using it. Maybe you too will find a use for it someday. God's blessings. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-111387785183587105?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/111387785183587105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=111387785183587105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111387785183587105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111387785183587105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/04/serve-rhythm-of-lord.html' title='Serve the rhythm of the Lord...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-111353918098010006</id><published>2005-04-14T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:33:56.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will listen</title><content type='html'>Music means so much to me....I'm always thinking about it. Writing it, listening to it....breaking it down in my head...in my heart. It flows from me like water from a fountain. Lately the stream has been flowing pretty stong but something is missing. Something is missing that's keeping it all from coming together. I'm I really ready for another band? Are these guys the ones that I can count on? Lord, I'm asking you to guide me through this time of my life. Help me be in prayer and to listen to Your soft, gentle voice. It's there....I know it is because You promised it would be. Show me the way, and I will follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-111353918098010006?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/111353918098010006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=111353918098010006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111353918098010006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111353918098010006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-will-listen.html' title='I will listen'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-111293608032704476</id><published>2005-04-07T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T23:34:28.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you....</title><content type='html'>There are days when you just need to cry out to a friend. Today is that day. Well...not so much all of today, mainly just right now. I'm tired, but I don't want to go to bed. I'm hungry, but I'm too tired to get something to eat. How pathetic am I. I never thought I'd be writing on the web...especially when no one will probably ever read any of this. I love my wife....she is my everything, and we don't see each other much because of work. I pray for the days when life was simple. But then, I'd be praying for what I have now...which is plenty. Who I'm I to desire more when I have nothing to give in return....such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-111293608032704476?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/111293608032704476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=111293608032704476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111293608032704476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111293608032704476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-miss-you.html' title='I miss you....'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12010050.post-111293510381806418</id><published>2005-04-07T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T23:38:23.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First time for everything</title><content type='html'>Walk by faith, not by sight&lt;br /&gt;It's easier said than done&lt;br /&gt;But every step in my brokenness&lt;br /&gt;Takes me one step closer to my faithfulness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12010050-111293510381806418?l=theledge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/feeds/111293510381806418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12010050&amp;postID=111293510381806418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111293510381806418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12010050/posts/default/111293510381806418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theledge.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-time-for-everything.html' title='First time for everything'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00721848121885277242</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
