<?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-37097259</id><updated>2011-07-07T14:49:40.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe, Love, Live</title><subtitle type='html'>Pieces From A Hopelessly Hopeful Heart (Izzy Galvez / izzygalvez.com)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>134</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-9221655747843890606</id><published>2009-11-13T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T12:17:11.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Stop the violence, no more silence..." - Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes I wish&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to cry&lt;br /&gt;For every falling star...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the look&lt;br /&gt;In their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, if you're real,&lt;br /&gt;Where are you in their lives?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abused for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But a bottle and excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel cry in pain!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to switch shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruised and bloody,&lt;br /&gt;Broken and torn.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel die today!...&lt;br /&gt;Punished for being born...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, I know you're real,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you're hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God, I know you'll heal,&lt;br /&gt;These wounds and scars in time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel fly away!...&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could rewind...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Falling Stars"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;End child abuse...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-9221655747843890606?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/9221655747843890606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=9221655747843890606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/9221655747843890606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/9221655747843890606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/11/falling-stars.html' title='Falling Stars'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3531262730809508894</id><published>2009-09-30T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T15:36:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Time</title><content type='html'>This song is very powerful to me. If you read my testimony that I posted in 2007 (see the box on the right of my website), you'll figure out why... I was just thinking back on some things, and that got me thinking... A couple other songs that I've written that deal with this are &lt;a href="http://www.izzygalvez.com/2009/01/hardest-part.html"&gt;The Hardest Part&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.izzygalvez.com/2008/01/start-over.html"&gt;Start Over&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;I told myself I'd be stronger,&lt;br /&gt;Said that "This is the end."&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't have been any wronger,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here I am again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about how I've wandered&lt;br /&gt;Down this dark, lonely road.&lt;br /&gt;If this goes on any longer,&lt;br /&gt;Will I still find my way home?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm tired of making excuses,&lt;br /&gt;Never following through with this.&lt;br /&gt;I know I've got to change&lt;br /&gt;And be someone who's better...&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, help me make this&lt;br /&gt;The last time forever!...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven, help me make this&lt;br /&gt;The last time forever!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, help me make this&lt;br /&gt;The last time!...&lt;br /&gt;(I want to be stronger)...&lt;br /&gt;(I need to be)...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Last Time"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3531262730809508894?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3531262730809508894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3531262730809508894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3531262730809508894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3531262730809508894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-time.html' title='The Last Time'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1442979853353011451</id><published>2009-09-28T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:56:40.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"Comatose - I'll never wake up without an overdose of You..." - Skillet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cut me open,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fix the broken parts in me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Let me heart spill out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And bleed - into me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And wake me up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to feel you, next to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shake me from this sleep!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open my eyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wake me up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need to be with you, desperately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take me from this, please!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come in my life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And wake me up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, Love!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hold me close, and&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melt the frozen life in me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Help my lungs fill up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And breathe - into me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And wake me up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to feel you, next to me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shake me from this sleep!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Open my eyes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wake me up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need to be with you, desperately.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take me from this, please!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Come in my life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And wake me up,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh, Love!...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hold me close.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I want to feel you, next to me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Wake Me Up"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1442979853353011451?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1442979853353011451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1442979853353011451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1442979853353011451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1442979853353011451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/09/wake-me-up.html' title='Wake Me Up'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-4694432553418033804</id><published>2009-07-26T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:49:08.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography - Mt. Rainier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/izzygalvez/MtRainierPhotography?feat=directlink" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/MtRainierCollage500x.png" width="500" height="500"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-4694432553418033804?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/4694432553418033804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=4694432553418033804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4694432553418033804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4694432553418033804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/07/photography-mt-rainier.html' title='Photography - Mt. Rainier'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6341059801926013762</id><published>2009-06-11T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:45:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>I've always been a hopeless romantic. I can remember having my first crush when I was about 3 years old. Cooties didn't exist to me. lol. But being a hopeless romantic, I've always had a respect for girls and the human body. And I've always believed in the sanctity of sex and marriage. Sex can wait... Honestly, I'm more concerned about my first kiss, holding hands, etc. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, the following is just another expression/reflection on my thoughts about waiting and love... I know she's out there somewhere... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only guy like Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping and waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some kind of dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Love, about the One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only One for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it might seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's a bit naive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking She's waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same kind of dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Love, about the One,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only One for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However long it takes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't break!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't break,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The promise that I made!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However far away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Till the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're finally mine to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping and waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some kind of dream...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Waiting"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009 Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6341059801926013762?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6341059801926013762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6341059801926013762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6341059801926013762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6341059801926013762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/06/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-164992344708783171</id><published>2009-05-29T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:47:59.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure</title><content type='html'>Before I say anything else, I'm excited to announce that I've registered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;izzygalvez.com&lt;/span&gt;! Now my blog's home is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;izzygalvez.com&lt;/span&gt; instead of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;izzygalvez.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt; (though, any links for izzygalvez.blogspot.com will automatically forward to izzygalvez.com). You'll also notice some minor changes to the layout, including the new header... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, things have been going slow for me, songwriting-wise. The end of April and first week of May I was busy finishing my first year of college, which I think was a successful year, over all. I managed to score a 3.61 cumulative GPA!.. I've definitely grown a lot this last year, stepped out of my comfort zone. When I started this blog back in 2006 I was such a shy kid. Now, I'm learning that I am more extroverted than I thought. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, my college experience so far has been good. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just staying healthy and safe, being myself, and following God.&lt;/span&gt; The Fall looks very promising as well. You'll hear more about it as things get closer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the following is a short prayer I wrote earlier tonight. You can never be too far away from God, but that shouldn't stop you from trying to be close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Purify me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill me up with Your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe into my lungs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purify me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work inside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heal me, undo the scars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleed into my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me pure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me Yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Pure"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-164992344708783171?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/164992344708783171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=164992344708783171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/164992344708783171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/164992344708783171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/05/pure.html' title='Pure'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-2457287511990720005</id><published>2009-04-17T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:03:08.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I made this up and put it as my status on Facebook... I liked it, a lot. And it's actually pretty profound, despite the word play. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...is but a small dot, a period, searching for meaning in the dictionary of life... Punctuation trying to fill the void of its punctured heart.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-2457287511990720005?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/2457287511990720005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=2457287511990720005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2457287511990720005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2457287511990720005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1861093618500660999</id><published>2009-04-05T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:14:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place For My Heart</title><content type='html'>I love too much to not love,&lt;br /&gt;And hope to much to not....&lt;br /&gt;My big heart weighs me down,&lt;br /&gt;But my big heart lifts me up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is this big heart&lt;br /&gt;Of mine a curse?&lt;br /&gt;Heavy falls hard,&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm hurt,&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;But not on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;I love too much to not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this big heart&lt;br /&gt;Of mine broken?&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell when it's dark,&lt;br /&gt;Or when I'm cold, and&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong on the surface,&lt;br /&gt;But not on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I hope too much to not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope Love&lt;br /&gt;Won't let me down...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's something wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me if this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will last for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I feel I belong!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me If I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want a place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my heart to stay!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just hope Love&lt;br /&gt;Will find a place for Me...&lt;br /&gt;And my big heart...&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A Place For My Heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1861093618500660999?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1861093618500660999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1861093618500660999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1861093618500660999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1861093618500660999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/04/place-for-my-heart.html' title='A Place For My Heart'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1757189846233868508</id><published>2009-03-22T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T15:19:22.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><content type='html'>A short love song... that is meant to be taken either way... To God or to someone special... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to You.&lt;br /&gt;And I find the more&lt;br /&gt;That I think of You:...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love could be more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You proved me wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautifully...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm lost for words&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to You.&lt;br /&gt;And I find the more&lt;br /&gt;That I think of You...&lt;br /&gt;The more I love You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing...&lt;br /&gt;Without You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Without You"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1757189846233868508?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1757189846233868508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1757189846233868508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1757189846233868508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1757189846233868508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/03/without-you.html' title='Without You'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3341924866563091352</id><published>2009-03-21T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:35:29.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Wrong</title><content type='html'>This little idea came to me earlier today, and wouldn't go away... So, I finally took the time to form it, and let it grow... It made me think about times when I've done things that hurt someone/God... Thank God, God doesn't give up on us, even if we don't always deserve Him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I told You&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;And showed You&lt;br /&gt;The part of Me&lt;br /&gt;That wishes it could&lt;br /&gt;Turn back the pages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give me&lt;br /&gt;Your time?&lt;br /&gt;And forgive me&lt;br /&gt;For lying?...&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd&lt;br /&gt;Have to say this!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not as strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I threw away all I had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I don't deserve you back!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if it's good-bye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don't regret the good times!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, will you smile for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One last time?....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry!...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong...&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I Was Wrong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3341924866563091352?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3341924866563091352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3341924866563091352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3341924866563091352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3341924866563091352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-was-wrong.html' title='I Was Wrong'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3697843592120616189</id><published>2009-03-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:31:13.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Be Your Hope</title><content type='html'>A short but to-the-point song... Nothing else I need to say, except, "I'll always be here for you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let me ease your pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me keep you warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm to your storm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hold you tight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your trust,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your love,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your hope,&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you let me, let me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let me be your hope!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh-oh-oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't ever, ever, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever let you go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Let Me Be Your Hope"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love, :)&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3697843592120616189?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3697843592120616189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3697843592120616189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3697843592120616189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3697843592120616189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/03/let-me-be-your-hope.html' title='Let Me Be Your Hope'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3607629378197387803</id><published>2009-03-06T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T20:36:07.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know what to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know what to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know what to think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But all I've thought about is You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know if it's just Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or if these feeling are true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I've never seen anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's as beautiful as You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, tell Me that I'm not dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that My heart's awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause lately every lovely word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Your name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me that I'm not dreaming,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that My heart's awake...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But promise You'll be gentle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do not feel the same...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I've thought about is You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I've never seen anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's as beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Tell Me"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3607629378197387803?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3607629378197387803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3607629378197387803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3607629378197387803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3607629378197387803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/03/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7412841760367733104</id><published>2009-02-28T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:15:19.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Other Half Of My Heart</title><content type='html'>I wrote this little poem last night as I was laying in bed... ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Other Half of My Heart,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever You may be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although We're apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know I am waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saving Myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever You are,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever You may be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take My hopeful heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all that it makes Me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving Myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want anyone else...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Dear Other Half Of My Heart"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7412841760367733104?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7412841760367733104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7412841760367733104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7412841760367733104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7412841760367733104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-other-half-of-my-heart.html' title='Dear Other Half Of My Heart'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-5601973981480322551</id><published>2009-02-27T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:22:22.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful</title><content type='html'>This is a song I wrote for a very close friend, in October (2008). I finally decided to post it, after singing it in public... Before tonight, she was the first and only person to have heard it... It's a different kind of love song - to a best friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could control the weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d make it rain just for You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that would make You smile…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always make My day better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I spend time with You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only for a while…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want You to know that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been thinking a lot about You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn’t have the words ‘till now to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let You know just how I feel inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight from my heart…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause ever since I first met You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that I wouldn’t get used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just how wonderful You are…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oh, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;(You're wonderful...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Wonderful"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Heather V.&lt;br /&gt;You're "stuck" with me, my friend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5601973981480322551?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5601973981480322551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5601973981480322551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5601973981480322551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5601973981480322551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7913782764652967979</id><published>2009-02-20T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:48:18.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature</title><content type='html'>It was a beautiful day Today, and my wonderful friend Heather and I went on a little adventure with our cameras... I took my favorite pictures, and added my own signature touch. Hope you like them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the thumbnails to see bigger pictures.&lt;br /&gt;(Full resolution is 800 x 600 pixels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-014.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Nature%20Series/th_IzzyGalvez-NatureSeries-015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7913782764652967979?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7913782764652967979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7913782764652967979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7913782764652967979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7913782764652967979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/nature.html' title='Nature'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3696340043422695731</id><published>2009-02-19T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:40:40.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Signature</title><content type='html'>A lot of artists have unique signatures... Well, here is my signature (I scanned it into my computer). I've signed "Izzy Galvez" this way for a couple of years now.... I like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/blog/IzzyGalvez-Signature-20090219-800x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/blog/IzzyGalvez-Signature-20090219.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3696340043422695731?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3696340043422695731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3696340043422695731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3696340043422695731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3696340043422695731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-signature.html' title='My Signature'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/blog/th_IzzyGalvez-Signature-20090219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-7581233135710977592</id><published>2009-02-16T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:14:59.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Greater</title><content type='html'>I find that I do some of my best writing when it all comes to me at once, in a sudden burst of creativity. It's like once I start, I can't and don't want to stop until it's complete... Or at least, until it feels complete to me. I never know what the future holds for my songs, I just hope that God is using me to touch others through my talent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this song is about God's unconditional love, despite the many times we let Him down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I,&lt;br /&gt;I did it again.&lt;br /&gt;I lied to my only friend&lt;br /&gt;Who's always been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to pretend?&lt;br /&gt;When I am loved...&lt;br /&gt;Just how I am?&lt;br /&gt;Just how I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done&lt;br /&gt;Everything to disappoint You,&lt;br /&gt;Still, when I fall or miss the point, You&lt;br /&gt;Help me back up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love?&lt;br /&gt;Or something greater?&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing greater,&lt;br /&gt;Than what I have with You.&lt;br /&gt;What I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You stop my tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You calm my fears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're always here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Always!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be closer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To be Yours!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lost!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Help me find my way back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the place that's Home!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this love?&lt;br /&gt;Or something greater?&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing greater,&lt;br /&gt;Than what I have with You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- "Nothing Greater"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7581233135710977592?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7581233135710977592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7581233135710977592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7581233135710977592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7581233135710977592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/nothing-greater.html' title='Nothing Greater'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6828468856468127036</id><published>2009-02-14T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T00:03:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I came up with this little quote earlier, and liked it a lot. I just wanted to post it, because I'm 99.9% sure it's original. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I used to think my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would have to be a musical,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I'd have an excuse to sing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then I found you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That changes everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6828468856468127036?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6828468856468127036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6828468856468127036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6828468856468127036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6828468856468127036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-5200519576038418864</id><published>2009-02-10T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:40:43.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Miracle</title><content type='html'>A short song, not really dedicated to anyone, but inspired by a combination of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could make a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And save your day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be right there for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could take away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pain today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my heart - is aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard - just waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished on a star - and praying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a miracle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the dark - can't stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as far - as you want me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the stars - singing softly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a miracle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A miracle!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A Miracle"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5200519576038418864?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5200519576038418864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5200519576038418864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5200519576038418864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5200519576038418864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/miracle.html' title='A Miracle'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-9102833715156451660</id><published>2009-02-06T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:53:12.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>King Of Hearts Pageant</title><content type='html'>Saint Martin's University had it's 4th annual King Of Hearts Pageant tonight. And I was 1 of the 7 participants who signed up. I thought it would be a fun thing to do, because it would force me to be creative... I'm not the most suave guy. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the funnest part for me was the Pick-up Line contest. I decided to be creative and original however, and not actually say pick-up lines. Instead, I wrote (at the last minute!) and performed a rap about how smooth I "am", because someone so smooth doesn't need pick-up lines. ;) I think it's pretty cleverly written, despite the little time I took to write it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little disappointed that I didn't place, or win anything. Because I really tried to just be myself; a sweet, funny guy. (I sang a love ballad for the Talent contest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enjoy my silly, fake arrogance! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The name's Izzy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make the ladies dizzy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make them lose their footing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make them fall in love with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the fellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are jealous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all the ladies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They crave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fooled by these glasses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I get chicks by the masses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and you best believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I be tapping those... feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can drop a beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make you move in your seats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beatbox solo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so smooth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby bottoms hate me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than ice cubes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glaciers wanna date me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stick to humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the female persuasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you and me, baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the perfect equation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, girl, what's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thinking what I'm thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm thinking... secularism is over rated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause honestly I just want a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can talk to God about and pray with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*beatbox solo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to me, Izzy G.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tricks, all treats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plant a garden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put together your two-lips and my two-lips,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just getting started,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please pick me for this year's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King of Hearts, kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you know you want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I get more hunnies than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie The Poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "King Of Hearts 2009"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-9102833715156451660?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/9102833715156451660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=9102833715156451660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/9102833715156451660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/9102833715156451660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/02/king-of-hearts-pageant.html' title='King Of Hearts Pageant'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1809714557259813992</id><published>2009-01-21T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:36:34.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Part</title><content type='html'>Don't worry, I'm okay. :) I was just reflecting on the New Year, and was thinking about some of the struggles I've dealt with in the past, that deal with struggling within myself... Overcoming myself, letting go, and trusting God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid of letting go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been this way for so long,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really care if it's so wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart's heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This situation is getting old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I let things go wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need something&lt;br /&gt;To hold on to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of letting go!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is trusting You'll catch me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Hardest Part"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1809714557259813992?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1809714557259813992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1809714557259813992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1809714557259813992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1809714557259813992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/01/hardest-part.html' title='The Hardest Part'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6575104225372318312</id><published>2009-01-05T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T15:00:55.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Enough</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I wrote a piece without a melody; a poem. I think the inspiration for what I am about to post, comes from my last song I wrote, where it says: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Take the time to / Try to write you / A different kind of prayer."&lt;/span&gt; A lot of my songs are, in a way, prayers; conversations with God. But it's been awhile since I took the creative energy to write a song to God, but just focus on the words alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm broken enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not close enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But far enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To long to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To need you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be used,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But weak enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you fill me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fix me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your love is what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never have enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Broken Enough"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love, :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6575104225372318312?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6575104225372318312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6575104225372318312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6575104225372318312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6575104225372318312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/01/broken-enough.html' title='Broken Enough'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7184050805967100562</id><published>2009-01-03T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:59:29.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Be still, and know that I am God" - Psalm 46:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my paper and pen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to say Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to write you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different kind of prayer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And open arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like air...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm there...&lt;br /&gt;With you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;I breathe you in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Breathe"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2009, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7184050805967100562?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7184050805967100562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7184050805967100562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7184050805967100562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7184050805967100562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2009/01/breathe.html' title='Breathe'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-973624166998633565</id><published>2008-12-28T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T16:21:36.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sometimes, I feel like a monster,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And times, I feel like a saint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my knees, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my favorite disease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the way you kill me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you heal me..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Favorite Disease", &lt;a href="http://www.thousandfootkrutch.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think there's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't seem to fit in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't seem to fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I love too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And think too less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an open book,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a love letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's never been read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been read...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bleed where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't seem to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't need to be fixed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To accept what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 'cause until now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has never been red...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never been---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is breaking me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is holding me together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tearing me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;Putting me back together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is breaking me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is holding me together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is tearing me apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beating heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;Putting me back together&lt;br /&gt;Again!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; but until now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;My favorite color...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has never been red...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Red"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-973624166998633565?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/973624166998633565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=973624166998633565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/973624166998633565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/973624166998633565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/12/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7719453109569434786</id><published>2008-12-17T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:56:38.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cup</title><content type='html'>I was up last night thinking about what it's like to hurt yourself, through sin. I pictured it like a cup that we try to fill. But the cup has cracks in it, so it leaks. This is the symbol I used for original sin (the fall); A cup that's been broken. The only thing that doesn't leak through the cup is the blood of Jesus, because it's thick. God's love is so thick. And ultimately, the only thing that can truly fill us up is this blood/love... Here is that idea put into song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My cup broke&lt;br /&gt;With the fall.&lt;br /&gt;It can't hold&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I've patched&lt;br /&gt;The cracks,&lt;br /&gt;My little cup still leaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my cup is&lt;br /&gt;Dry and empty.&lt;br /&gt;All the drinks I've&lt;br /&gt;Tried have left me&lt;br /&gt;Stained, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little cuts still bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not bleed alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My out-stretched arms will catch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll die on bread alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bless-ed blood will fill you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until your cup is full...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup broke&lt;br /&gt;With the fall,&lt;br /&gt;And for a time,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't hold&lt;br /&gt;Anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But though it still&lt;br /&gt;Has cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it doesn't leak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is&lt;br /&gt;No bigger love,&lt;br /&gt;Or thicker blood,&lt;br /&gt;Than the One&lt;br /&gt;That bleeds for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not bleed alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My out-stretched arms will catch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let you go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll die on bread alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bless-ed blood will fill you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until your cup is full...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Until your little heart is whole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "My Cup"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7719453109569434786?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7719453109569434786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7719453109569434786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7719453109569434786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7719453109569434786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-cup.html' title='My Cup'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6623002366607286792</id><published>2008-12-07T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:21:28.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself</title><content type='html'>Another idea for a song, kind of on the same note as the previous one, but this would be the chorus of a song, rather than a verse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just trying to be myself!&lt;br /&gt;In a world of fakes and duplicates!&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to be myself!&lt;br /&gt;Not anyone else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to be myself!&lt;br /&gt;I won't play the insignificant!..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still human like you!..&lt;br /&gt;Oh!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- "Myself"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6623002366607286792?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6623002366607286792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6623002366607286792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6623002366607286792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6623002366607286792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/12/myself.html' title='Myself'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1571683697736079778</id><published>2008-12-03T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T00:18:14.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Hate</title><content type='html'>Just a short, quick, but strong idea... I will most likely turn this into a full song later (it feels like the 1st verse), and go deeper into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If our God above&lt;br /&gt;Is a God of love,&lt;br /&gt;Then why are we so afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love like Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;If it's Love that frees us?&lt;br /&gt;Deep down we're all the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- "Don't Hate"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1571683697736079778?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1571683697736079778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1571683697736079778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1571683697736079778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1571683697736079778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-hate.html' title='Don&apos;t Hate'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7055155850359094571</id><published>2008-11-28T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:43:36.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;Write this song.&lt;br /&gt;And sing it for You,&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when there's something on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;It always seems to come out best...&lt;br /&gt;This way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please forgive me,&lt;br /&gt;If this is too much.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't easy,&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is something I can't help,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am sure I've never felt...&lt;br /&gt;This way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Before!) Before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say anything more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's one thing You should know!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's any like You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Never felt this way before!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is something new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's all because of You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really like You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;Write this song.&lt;br /&gt;And sing it for You,&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Beautiful, you steal my breath,&lt;br /&gt;And the heart that's inside my chest...&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think&lt;br /&gt;I'll be okay...&lt;br /&gt;I really do... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- "I Really Do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Copyright 2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7055155850359094571?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7055155850359094571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7055155850359094571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7055155850359094571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7055155850359094571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-really-do.html' title='I Really Do'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-8991537283573778443</id><published>2008-11-10T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T14:25:52.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses</title><content type='html'>A friend and I discovered roses that had been thrown away behind a building. They were on the ground in a pile with other dead plants. I decided to take the 4 roses that were still in good condition and stick them in the ground. Our "garden" is beautiful, and it's sort of become our secret place, where we can just talk to each other and be with God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the roses:&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the thumbnails to see bigger pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/IzzyGalvez-1Rose-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/th_IzzyGalvez-1Rose-600x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/IzzyGalvez-1RoseAfterRain-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/th_IzzyGalvez-1RoseAfterRain-600x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/IzzyGalvez-3Roses-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/th_IzzyGalvez-3Roses-600x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/IzzyGalvez-3Roses2-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/th_IzzyGalvez-3Roses2-600x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/IzzyGalvez-3RosesAfterRain-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/th_IzzyGalvez-3RosesAfterRain-600x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/IzzyGalvez-3RosesAfterRain2-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/th_IzzyGalvez-3RosesAfterRain2-600x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/IzzyGalvez-3RosesAfterRain3-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/November6/th_IzzyGalvez-3RosesAfterRain3-600x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8991537283573778443?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8991537283573778443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8991537283573778443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8991537283573778443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8991537283573778443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/11/roses.html' title='Roses'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7673806822548218837</id><published>2008-11-08T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T19:45:29.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Take My Breath Away</title><content type='html'>I might add more to this song later, but for right now, it was the creative release I needed. lol *sigh* Curse my hopelessly hopeful heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't pick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You're beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You make me feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm whole!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more is there to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I fall!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more every day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take my breath away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You Take My Breath Away"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7673806822548218837?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7673806822548218837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7673806822548218837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7673806822548218837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7673806822548218837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-take-my-breath-away.html' title='You Take My Breath Away'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-2287625285954938870</id><published>2008-11-01T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T00:15:10.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful You</title><content type='html'>Here's another small sample of one of the songs I'm working on. I feel like I haven't posted much lately, because I've been so busy, so I thought it would be good to post something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Your love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where My heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Beautiful You"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-2287625285954938870?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/2287625285954938870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=2287625285954938870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2287625285954938870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2287625285954938870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/11/beautiful-you.html' title='Beautiful You'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6720956517732256854</id><published>2008-09-30T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T22:56:43.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All That I Need</title><content type='html'>I'm not done writing this song, but I wanted to share the chorus, because as I was writing this I had a deep artistic moment where it just flowed out and flowed together. Where I felt touched and inspired, because the lyrics just felt so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They can take all that I've got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they can't take away my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've had it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the start!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they can take away the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it'll never be too dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stars!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I need!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "All That I Need"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6720956517732256854?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6720956517732256854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6720956517732256854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6720956517732256854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6720956517732256854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-that-i-need.html' title='All That I Need'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1929799618223904405</id><published>2008-09-27T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:37:11.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More And More</title><content type='html'>This song isn't really addressed to anyone. But like all of my love songs, I know that someday I'll have someone to sing them to... *sigh* Though sometimes I wish it were easier to know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sings a love song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it hasn't been long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get excited when I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a text or call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of making me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're close to me I feel safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just takes your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To flip around a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're always so beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just have a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of making me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More and more in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop falling...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "More And More"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1929799618223904405?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1929799618223904405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1929799618223904405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1929799618223904405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1929799618223904405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-and-more.html' title='More And More'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-2418685314764496946</id><published>2008-09-16T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:18:02.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You'll Be</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've posted anything. This is just a short song about love, and my inner romantic wondering about the possibilities a new life (college) brings... Been thinking about that a lot lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Am I asking for too much?&lt;br /&gt;To want to find someone,&lt;br /&gt;Who's waiting... Waiting....&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But though it may be awhile&lt;br /&gt;'Till we're together,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll / wait.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know someday!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It'll be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So beautiful it hurts!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you'll be mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll be yours....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh...&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be...&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You'll Be"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-2418685314764496946?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/2418685314764496946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=2418685314764496946' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2418685314764496946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2418685314764496946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/09/youll-be.html' title='You&apos;ll Be'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-653943181063130582</id><published>2008-08-04T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:42:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“For God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life."&lt;/span&gt; - John 3:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deserve you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem fair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desert you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still standing there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't spell it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More clearly than you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I died for you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do it all for Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You Don't Care"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-653943181063130582?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/653943181063130582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=653943181063130582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/653943181063130582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/653943181063130582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-dont-care.html' title='You Don&apos;t Care'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-8914421397349978518</id><published>2008-07-12T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:09:42.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But it is for you, O Lord, that I wait; it is you, O Lord my God, who will answer."&lt;/span&gt; - Psalm 38.15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could just / disappear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be anywhere but here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing faith in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything to be okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard to feel alright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your only song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a broken lullaby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You're out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You care!... Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sing me the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a better world,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la, la la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la, la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la, la, la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing me the words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix my broken lullaby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Broken Lullaby"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8914421397349978518?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8914421397349978518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8914421397349978518' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8914421397349978518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8914421397349978518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/07/broken-lullaby.html' title='Broken Lullaby'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-8203173868892300468</id><published>2008-06-25T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:00:03.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My God (Freestyle)</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, when writing a song, I will begin humming a melody, and improvise. I just let the melody flow out, and go where I think it sounds good. But this time, I've done something a little different. And it's a first... lol. I started with off with a couple of words, and before I knew it, those words became a line, and another line, and another. I guess you would call it "Freestyle", but I'm not that into rap music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I thought I'd share it with you, because even if it was made up on the spot, I think it still expresses a lot of what makes me who I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I feel like / I can't go on any more,&lt;br /&gt;Like every muscle in my body is sore,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I / stumble, and fall to the floor,&lt;br /&gt;You're always there every time I need the support.&lt;br /&gt;When it feels like / the rain won't stop,&lt;br /&gt;It's not getting brighter,&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm sinking, and my problems are getting higher,&lt;br /&gt;You keep me warm like my own personal fire.&lt;br /&gt;I'm undeserving, but Your burning love&lt;br /&gt;Will never expire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And words can only begin to describe,&lt;br /&gt;The way you make me feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;The way you took me by the hand,&lt;br /&gt;And changed me, gave me hope in life.&lt;br /&gt;My comfort when I am not strong,&lt;br /&gt;The wings that help me carry on,&lt;br /&gt;You're more than just words to this song,&lt;br /&gt;You're everything. You are my God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;- "My God (Freestyle)"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8203173868892300468?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8203173868892300468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8203173868892300468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8203173868892300468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8203173868892300468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-god-freestyle.html' title='My God (Freestyle)'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-2349843330232814657</id><published>2008-05-04T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T03:00:26.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We'll Make It Through</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sometimes life is hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You, You make it easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah You, You make it easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You help me hold on a little longer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love makes me stronger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all falls apart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, 'cause sometimes life is hard..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Life is Hard", &lt;a href="http://www.ericdurrance.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eric Durrance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel like I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;About / anything I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;All doubt / seems to disappear from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;When you're here by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could walk with you&lt;br /&gt;On water if we wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;I don't / know where I'd be without you,&lt;br /&gt;So glad you're in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that everything's gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got you and you've got me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got you and you've got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in us tonight!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if there's one word to describe you,&lt;br /&gt;A 'miracle' would be so like you...&lt;br /&gt;You've shown me that you don't need wings / to fly,&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a little hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that everything's gonna be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got you and you've got me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got you and you've got me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe in us tonight!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you and I!...&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through!...&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it through...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "We'll Make It Through"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez. All rights reserved.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Jozzy, my "twin" and best friend. You're amazing and I'll always be here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-2349843330232814657?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/2349843330232814657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=2349843330232814657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2349843330232814657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2349843330232814657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-make-it-through.html' title='We&apos;ll Make It Through'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-7795025891197808543</id><published>2008-03-24T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:05:08.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly Hopeful</title><content type='html'>Love is patient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes the only thing,&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me going,&lt;br /&gt;Is knowing&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll find you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can only dream,&lt;br /&gt;What it would be like,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;To be with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it hopeless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it hopeful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a little bit of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll wait for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Call me hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;Call me hopeful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me a little bit&lt;br /&gt;Of both...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- "Hopelessly Hopeful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7795025891197808543?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7795025891197808543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7795025891197808543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7795025891197808543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7795025891197808543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/03/hopelessly-hopeful.html' title='Hopelessly Hopeful'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3429640048987261280</id><published>2008-03-23T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:00:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After The Rain [Edit 1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Edit 1 - I made a few small changes to the lyrics and rewrote the ending of the song.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes faith feels like doubt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And sometimes I wonder if we'll ever get out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes life hurts just like now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you gotta know i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t's all gonna come back around..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Wish You Well", &lt;a href="http://www.thousandfootkrutch.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Thousand Foot Krutch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She locks herself in her room,&lt;br /&gt;Contemplating what to do,&lt;br /&gt;As the tears roll down her face,&lt;br /&gt;Just wishing she could just erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herself from History,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every day's a tragedy,&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;She's so close to giving in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't have to end&lt;br /&gt;Like this!&lt;br /&gt;No!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This prayer goes out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To all those faced with doubt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see through these dark clouds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there's a better way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get better someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't throw your hope away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun always comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;This all seems like a dream...&lt;br /&gt;Who would've known?...&lt;br /&gt;I remember talking to her&lt;br /&gt;On the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if there's something&lt;br /&gt;I could've done differently,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Anything to change her story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it didn't have to end&lt;br /&gt;Like this!...&lt;br /&gt;No!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This prayer goes out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To all those faced with doubt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know it's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see through these dark clouds!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But there's a better way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get better someday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't throw your hope away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sun always comes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the rain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You have so much more to give...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to end it...&lt;br /&gt;Like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- "After The Rain"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dedicated to everyone who feels like there is no way out of the storm... There's a better way, things will get better... You don't have to end it like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Happy Easter! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3429640048987261280?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3429640048987261280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3429640048987261280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3429640048987261280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3429640048987261280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-rain.html' title='After The Rain [Edit 1]'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-334051957815901305</id><published>2008-01-22T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:24:32.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was on TV! :)&lt;br /&gt;Here's my 1 second of fame:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR1czFG5oQk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cR1czFG5oQk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read about my experience at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-american-idol-adventure-part-2.html"&gt;http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-american-idol-adventure-part-2.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-334051957815901305?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/334051957815901305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=334051957815901305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/334051957815901305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/334051957815901305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/01/american-idol.html' title='American Idol!'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-3180112223009926693</id><published>2008-01-21T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:00:21.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now I rejoice, not because you were grieved, but because your grief led to repentance; for you felt a godly grief, so that you were not harmed in any way by us. For godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation and brings no regret, but worldly grief produces death.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Corinthians 7.9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I did this to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But me...&lt;br /&gt;But me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen from where I stood,&lt;br /&gt;Don't see how someone could&lt;br /&gt;Love me...&lt;br /&gt;Love me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me new!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted so much time,&lt;br /&gt;Don't have an excuse why.&lt;br /&gt;It's me...&lt;br /&gt;It's me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These feelings of remorse,&lt;br /&gt;Eat away at my core.&lt;br /&gt;Kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Kill me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me new!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you!...&lt;br /&gt;And give my heart over&lt;br /&gt;To you!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Make me new!...&lt;br /&gt;I want to start over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- "Start Over"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3180112223009926693?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3180112223009926693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3180112223009926693' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3180112223009926693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3180112223009926693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/01/start-over.html' title='Start Over'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-8632331685680983538</id><published>2008-01-05T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:00:47.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than *Edit.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Edit.2 - I added another verse to the song, and rewrote the explanation, giving more detail to the reason behind the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Edit.1 - I changed 1 line in the chorus and rewrote 3 lines in the ending. I think it feels more complete as a song now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So God created humankind in his image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. And God blessed them... God saw everything that he had made, and indeed, it was very good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taken from Genesis 1.27-28; 1.31&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be very careful if you make a woman cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because God counts her tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman came out of a man's rib,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not from his feet to be walked on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not from his head to be superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from the side to be equal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the arm to be protected,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next to the heart to be loved."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hebrew Talmud&lt;/blockquote&gt;I really don't know how to explain what I'm feeling right now... My heart feels like it's on fire, and all I know is God has really worked through me to write this song... &lt;strong&gt;It breaks my heart&lt;/strong&gt; when I see girls hurting themselves because they don't think they are beautiful enough or because they feel worthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart, because none of that is true... If only they could see just how beautiful they really are and just how much they are worth &lt;strong&gt;in God's eyes&lt;/strong&gt;. Everything that God creates reflects his beauty and his love. And we are especially created in God's image... &lt;strong&gt;We are more beautiful and worth so much more to God than anything else&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the message I wanted to get across with this song: &lt;strong&gt;You are worth more than the most precious stone, you are worth more than you could ever know&lt;/strong&gt;. Because &lt;strong&gt;You are created in His own&lt;/strong&gt; (image), and &lt;strong&gt;you are beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does break my heart, and I wish everyone (girls and guys) could hear/read this song one day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could show you,&lt;br /&gt;What I see,&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could hold you,&lt;br /&gt;When you need,&lt;br /&gt;Somebody by your side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so much more,&lt;br /&gt;Than what they say you are worth!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are worth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the most precious stone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are created in His own!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could show you,&lt;br /&gt;From above,&lt;br /&gt;Just how cherished you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could clothe you,&lt;br /&gt;With the love,&lt;br /&gt;That I hold in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you are so much more,&lt;br /&gt;Than what they say you are worth!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are worth:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than the most precious stone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are created in His own!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More than any silver or gold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything in the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worth so much more!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!...&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!...&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- "More Than (Beautiful)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;All of my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8632331685680983538?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8632331685680983538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8632331685680983538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8632331685680983538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8632331685680983538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/more-than.html' title='More Than *Edit.2'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-4504331773535416525</id><published>2008-01-02T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:04:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Give It All</title><content type='html'>The following song is a different kind of love song. I wanted to try and look at love in a different way. It's sort of from an "if" perspective, and, basically, it says "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd give it all, to have someone like you&lt;/span&gt; (in my life)". And sticking with the theme I've had lately, especially with my song "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When Two Become One&lt;/span&gt;", I think this song would make a great wedding proposal. :) But that's just me *wink* (Not anytime soon though! lol If that's what you were thinking... We'll just have to be patient, believe me.) Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I were to paint a picture of you,&lt;br /&gt;A thousand words wouldn't start to describe,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that I see in you,&lt;br /&gt;These feelings that I hold inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's just no simple way to say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Beautiful's an understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to paint a picture of you,&lt;br /&gt;You would be the brightest star in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing shines brighter than you,&lt;br /&gt;You are the diamond in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's just no simple way to say it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Beautiful's an understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had the chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all to you!..&lt;br /&gt;Every last beat of my heart&lt;br /&gt;For you!..&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all to you!...&lt;br /&gt;Every last breath just to be&lt;br /&gt;With you!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all,&lt;br /&gt;To have someone like you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I'd Give It All"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2008, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-4504331773535416525?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/4504331773535416525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=4504331773535416525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4504331773535416525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4504331773535416525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2008/01/id-give-it-all.html' title='I&apos;d Give It All'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-901707766599110392</id><published>2007-12-28T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:46:29.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Out To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Her little wings&lt;br /&gt;Can only take her so far.&lt;br /&gt;This weight is holding her down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each little thing&lt;br /&gt;Replays over in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;It's tearing her apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she knows, (But she knows...)&lt;br /&gt;There's One who hears her heart!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's crying out to You!, (Crying out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all she knows to do! (All she knows...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm calling out to You!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You!... (I need You...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reaching out for You!, (Reaching out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fall down before You! (I fall down...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm calling out to You!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You... Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His little dreams&lt;br /&gt;Can only take him so far.&lt;br /&gt;This place is holding him back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things&lt;br /&gt;Replaced by pain in his life.&lt;br /&gt;He's falling apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he knows, (But he knows...)&lt;br /&gt;There's One who hears his heart!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he's crying out to You!, (Crying out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all he knows to do! (All he knows...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm calling out to You!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You!... (I need You...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reaching out for You!, (Reaching out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fall down before You! (I fall down...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm calling out to You!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You... Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You here by my side,&lt;br /&gt;I need to know I'm not alone,&lt;br /&gt;I need You here in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I need Your love to make me whole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, (and I know...)&lt;br /&gt;You hear our prayers and hearts!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'm crying out to You!, (Crying out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I know to do! (All I know...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm calling out to You!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You!... (I need You...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reaching out for You!, (Reaching out...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I fall down before You! (I fall down...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm calling out to You!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I need You!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Calling Out To You"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-901707766599110392?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/901707766599110392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=901707766599110392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/901707766599110392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/901707766599110392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/12/calling-out-to-you.html' title='Calling Out To You'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-5312023594470473087</id><published>2007-12-18T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:48:01.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What You Do</title><content type='html'>If you could see what it's like when I write a song, you would see how carried away I can get. There's no doubt that I put a lot of emotion into what I write... especially if it's a love song. And it's an interesting thing - when I write a love song. I often have to remind myself that I'm not actually in love. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it gets me thinking... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is love without imagination?&lt;/span&gt; There is none.... And this is why I call myself a "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopelessly hopeful romantic&lt;/span&gt;", because imagination is an important part of hope. And so, by being hopeful, I fill myself up with love so that my heart may be ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ooo,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is you do&lt;br /&gt;To me.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you,&lt;br /&gt;Have changed my world around.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you,&lt;br /&gt;It's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you don't even have to say much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's every little thing that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of what you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo,&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason that I still&lt;br /&gt;Believe.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you,&lt;br /&gt;Have me walking on clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you,&lt;br /&gt;It's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you don't even have to say much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's every little thing that you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all because of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you do...&lt;br /&gt;The way you say my name...&lt;br /&gt;What you do...&lt;br /&gt;The way you make my day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's what you do...&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing...&lt;br /&gt;About you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help myself,&lt;br /&gt;From falling in love with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;It's true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "What You Do"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5312023594470473087?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5312023594470473087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5312023594470473087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5312023594470473087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5312023594470473087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-you-do.html' title='What You Do'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-5341745509384677949</id><published>2007-11-30T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:49:07.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Two Become One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dedicate this blog to my amazing and marvelous friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jolene Marie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm so excited for you, and I can't wait for your wedding! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm blessed to have you as a friend/sidekick (lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful it is when two become one... When two souls join hearts in marriage... When a man and woman vow to be together, and become more than lovers. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself reflecting in this notion of love and marriage. And it only makes sense that a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hopelessly hopeful romantic&lt;/span&gt; like me would have a great imagination. I've never been in a relationship, but I've learned that love is more than a feeling and that purity has a deeper meaning.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best gift you can give your spouse is purity&lt;/span&gt; - purity of the body, mind, heart, and soul. I say this because a virgin can claim the title of "virgin", but still live a life of perversion and sexual immorality. And I'm not afraid to say that I've made mistakes. I'm still a virgin, but even for those who choose not to wait... it's never to late for repentance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's never too late for purity&lt;/span&gt;. And I pray that people will be able to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;True love conquers all&lt;/span&gt;, and there is no love truer than the love our God in Heaven has for us. Out of love, he embraced the cross for us, so that we may have new life. In the same way, we can offer ourselves to our spouses - out of love, so that our marriages may bring us closer to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is patient... Love is kind... Love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude... Love does not insist on its own way... Love is not irritable or resentful... Love does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth... Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things... Love never ends..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taken from 1 Corinthians 13:4-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When two become one,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stop love.&lt;br /&gt;True love conquers all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When two souls join hearts,&lt;br /&gt;No dream is too far.&lt;br /&gt;Anything is possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become more than lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's candle glows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one half finds another...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look at me,&lt;br /&gt;There's no place I'd rather be!,&lt;br /&gt;Than here in your arms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say those words,&lt;br /&gt;It lights up my world.&lt;br /&gt;You've captured my heart!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become more than lovers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love's candle glows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one half finds another!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've captured my heart...&lt;br /&gt;And today marks the start&lt;br /&gt;Of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "When Two Become One"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5341745509384677949?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5341745509384677949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5341745509384677949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5341745509384677949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5341745509384677949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-two-become-one.html' title='When Two Become One'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7041752064548875734</id><published>2007-11-23T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:51:43.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Because your steadfast love is better than life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lips will praise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will bless you as long as I live;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will lift up my hands and call on your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is satisfied as with a rich feast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my mouth praises you with joyful lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I think of you on my bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and meditate on you in the watches of the night;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you have been my help,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the shadow of your wings I sing for joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul clings to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your right hand upholds me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Psalm 63.3-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who needs wealth,&lt;br /&gt;When I've got your help.&lt;br /&gt;You show me the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs light,&lt;br /&gt;When I've got your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;To show me the way...&lt;br /&gt;To a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lonely heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs drugs,&lt;br /&gt;When I've got your love,&lt;br /&gt;To take me away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs words,&lt;br /&gt;When a smile says more.&lt;br /&gt;You take me away...&lt;br /&gt;To a better place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my shelter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm falling apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my lonely heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air beneath my wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope!...&lt;br /&gt;My love!...&lt;br /&gt;My home!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;The air beneath my wings...&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "My Heart"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7041752064548875734?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7041752064548875734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7041752064548875734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7041752064548875734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7041752064548875734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-6632770256491235046</id><published>2007-11-12T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:36:23.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>I really don't have much to say. Everything that I want to say is in the following poem/song. Last year I wrote about a profound dream I had involving a friend. It's the dream that inspired my song, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm Here With You (Lullaby)&lt;/span&gt;", which was originally titled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lullaby In A Dream&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following poem/song is a reflection on that dream, and how that friend has touched my heart, not only in the dream, but because of who she is and for being my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read about the dream and songs, you can click on these links:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lullaby In A Dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2006/11/lullaby-in-dream.html"&gt;http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2006/11/lullaby-in-dream.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm Here With You (Lullaby):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-here-with-you.html"&gt;http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-here-with-you.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;You've touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;In such a special way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to describe.&lt;br /&gt;I can't put it to words.&lt;br /&gt;Just believe me when I&lt;br /&gt;Say you're a beautiful girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember that dream,&lt;br /&gt;And the way that you seemed&lt;br /&gt;So invisible...&lt;br /&gt;As everyone passed you by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to where you were,&lt;br /&gt;And seeing you cry hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I asked what was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;As I sat down by your side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never forget,&lt;br /&gt;What happened next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;And I looked at you...&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me,&lt;br /&gt;And I saw into&lt;br /&gt;Your heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;And I looked at you...&lt;br /&gt;You smiled at me,&lt;br /&gt;And that's when you&lt;br /&gt;Touched my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember that dream,&lt;br /&gt;And what happened before I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Just want you to know I'll soak up&lt;br /&gt;All of your tears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you've touched my heart&lt;br /&gt;In such a special way.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here for you,&lt;br /&gt;And that will never change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Touched"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Sadie Rae.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, and I'm glad I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6632770256491235046?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6632770256491235046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6632770256491235046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6632770256491235046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6632770256491235046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/11/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-5982161753596987444</id><published>2007-11-10T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:52:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.29 *Edit.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Edit.1 - I added a new verse, rewrote half of the chorus, and changed the ending. I really should have just waited to post it, but oh well, it's complete now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Romans 8.38-39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You never cease to amaze me,&lt;br /&gt;With the way that You love me.&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;When I hate every part of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You always leave me speechless,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Your love is so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;You've given me wings like angels',&lt;br /&gt;And filled me up with just one breath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful, merciful,&lt;br /&gt;Everliving, powerful,&lt;br /&gt;Almighty, and faithful,&lt;br /&gt;The one and only God of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Life's worth living, 'cause I know,&lt;br /&gt;You love me, are my hope.&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing beyond words!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've reached out Your arms and caught me,&lt;br /&gt;Held me when I was falling.&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things I've learned from You,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget what hope means...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause You've embraced the cross for me,&lt;br /&gt;Out of love to set me free.&lt;br /&gt;No words could ever describe You.&lt;br /&gt;Your love is simply beyond words!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are beautiful, merciful,&lt;br /&gt;Everliving, powerful,&lt;br /&gt;Almighty, and faithful,&lt;br /&gt;The one and only God of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Life's worth living, 'cause I know,&lt;br /&gt;You love me, are my hope.&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing beyond words!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never cease to amaze me...&lt;br /&gt;You always leave me speechless,&lt;br /&gt;With the way that You love me...&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing beyond words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Beyond Words"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5982161753596987444?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5982161753596987444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5982161753596987444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5982161753596987444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5982161753596987444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/11/expression29.html' title='Expression.29 *Edit.1'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3718762192886727579</id><published>2007-11-06T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T22:26:37.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely Heart</title><content type='html'>Things have been pretty stressful for me lately, with school and getting things in order for college. It's just been really frustrating. I am going to be the first of my generation in my family, though I have a lot of older cousins, to graduate from high school. Also, one of the first of my entire family to go to college... I just feel like I'm at such a disadvantage, because this is all new for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to fit in to my school. It's hard, because everyone else in my class has known each for awhile now, but I've only known them for a year. And I come from such a different family background than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though I've really bonded with my classmates, I still feel left out in some ways. And I was thinking about this today, and I realized that I've never really had a best friend. I have friends at school and church, but not really any who I just "hang out" with. I don't know, I feel so lonely sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think because I've never had a lot of friends, I've learned to cherish them more. And I am deeply thankful for them, because I wouldn't be inspired to keep writing and sharing my blog, without them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the following poem/song is a reflection of the loneliness I was going through today (Maybe you can fix that? lol). I'm fine, though. I just needed to get it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He's never really had a best friend,&lt;br /&gt;The kind you spend time with on weekends...&lt;br /&gt;He's always felt so left out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the nice guy, the quiet type,&lt;br /&gt;With that look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;That makes you wonder...&lt;br /&gt;What he's thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he sits in his room, all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Opens his notebook, and writes a poem.&lt;br /&gt;He's got a big heart,&lt;br /&gt;But wonders if they'll ever see that part&lt;br /&gt;Of him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's not one for crying,&lt;br /&gt;So he does it quietly...&lt;br /&gt;He sings to himself softly,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it takes his mind off of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's never felt so cold.&lt;br /&gt;He's never felt so alone.&lt;br /&gt;He's never felt so far&lt;br /&gt;From the ones he holds in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's never felt so cold.&lt;br /&gt;He's never felt so alone.&lt;br /&gt;He's reaching to the stars&lt;br /&gt;For answers to his lonely heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His lonely heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the nice guy, the quiet type...&lt;br /&gt;With that look in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;That makes you wonder...&lt;br /&gt;What he's thinking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Lonely Heart"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3718762192886727579?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3718762192886727579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3718762192886727579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3718762192886727579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3718762192886727579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/11/lonely-heart.html' title='Lonely Heart'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-4264902357720712351</id><published>2007-11-05T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:50:07.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.28</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Jesus said to her, “Everyone who drinks of this water will be thirsty again, but those who drink of the water that I will give them will never be thirsty. The water that I will give will become in them a spring of water gushing up to eternal life.”"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John 4.13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The paint washes away&lt;br /&gt;As the rain falls down,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving not a stain&lt;br /&gt;As the storm calms down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canvas is empty,&lt;br /&gt;A day's new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;The puddles a memory&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Gentle waters,&lt;br /&gt;Poured from the Father.&lt;br /&gt;Wash over me, cleanse all of me,&lt;br /&gt;Ocean of mercy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Gentle waters,&lt;br /&gt;Love like no other.&lt;br /&gt;Rain down on me, make me holy,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Tears of mercy!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paint washes away&lt;br /&gt;As the rain falls down...&lt;br /&gt;The puddles a memory&lt;br /&gt;Of what used to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash over me!&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse all of me!&lt;br /&gt;Rain down on me!&lt;br /&gt;Make me holy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Gentle waters,&lt;br /&gt;Poured from the Father,&lt;br /&gt;Love like no other!&lt;br /&gt;Rain down on me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make me holy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Gentle Waters"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-4264902357720712351?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/4264902357720712351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=4264902357720712351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4264902357720712351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4264902357720712351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/11/expression28.html' title='Expression.28'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7367227227142634422</id><published>2007-10-31T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:01:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Examine yourselves to see whether you are living in the faith. Test yourselves. Do you not realize that Jesus Christ is in you? —unless, indeed, you fail to meet the test! I hope you will find out that we have not failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we pray to God that you may not do anything wrong—not that we may appear to have met the test, but that you may do what is right, though we may seem to have failed. For we cannot do anything against the truth, but only for the truth. For we rejoice when we are weak and you are strong. This is what we pray for, that you may become perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 2 Corinthians 13.5-9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To figure out Your plan for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To understand what this all means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I try to have hope,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And not give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But sometimes this road,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can be so rough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, Here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't You - Take my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show me - Where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supposed to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To see - Your plan for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold me up - When I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start to fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need You to carry on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To figure out my place in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To understand the ways that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can realize my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make them come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even when it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't come through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, Here I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Won't You - Take my hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Show me - Where I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Supposed to be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To see - Your plan for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold me up - When I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start to fall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need You to carry on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I need Your help to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who I truly am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want You to be the one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is in my own hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me see Your plan&lt;br /&gt;For me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "Your Plan For Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7367227227142634422?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7367227227142634422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7367227227142634422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7367227227142634422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7367227227142634422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/expression27.html' title='Expression.27'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-4327154743982574468</id><published>2007-10-24T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:53:38.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll say a simple prayer today, Lord,...&lt;br /&gt;Offer my thanks...&lt;br /&gt;For all the blessings You gave, Lord,...&lt;br /&gt;To me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say a simple prayer today, Lord,...&lt;br /&gt;Bless Your name...&lt;br /&gt;And sing a song of Your praise, Lord,...&lt;br /&gt;To You today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You are&lt;br /&gt;Who You say You are,&lt;br /&gt;Maker of the universe&lt;br /&gt;So far and wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll raise my hands up high!...&lt;br /&gt;Lift up this heart of mine!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say:&lt;br /&gt;"Our Father, Who art in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Hallowed be thy name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say:&lt;br /&gt;"Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done&lt;br /&gt;Today..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say a simple prayer&lt;br /&gt;Today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A Simple Prayer"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-4327154743982574468?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/4327154743982574468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=4327154743982574468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4327154743982574468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4327154743982574468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/simple-prayer.html' title='A Simple Prayer'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-5380402249102662655</id><published>2007-10-22T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:17:22.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Said</title><content type='html'>The following song/poem was inspired by the saying that says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dance as if no one is watching, sing as if no one is listening&lt;/span&gt;," or something similar. I've seen it used as a motto, or inspirational quote, but I wondered to myself how it could be said to someone, if you were having a deep conversation with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I like about the way I constructed this song/poem is that it gives a little room for your imagination to explore between verses. To think of why she says what she says, or what he's telling her between the verses. Overall, it's a piece about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;... And maybe you can also relate to this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She said, as they sat on her bed,&lt;br /&gt;"There's some things that I regret.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person...&lt;br /&gt;How can I be forgiven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "If what you say is true,&lt;br /&gt;Then help me be more like you.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Just promise me you'll hold my hand..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "You're so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You're so good to me."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You're something else,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's anyone else like you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You always know how&lt;br /&gt;To make me smile, like now."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "I'm so thankful&lt;br /&gt;For you my friend, my angel..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love - as if there's no tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Hug - as if you'll never let go!&lt;br /&gt;Smile - because you never know how far&lt;br /&gt;A little love can go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance - as if no one is watching!&lt;br /&gt;Sing - as if no one is listening!&lt;br /&gt;Breathe - cherish the simple things in life,&lt;br /&gt;My friend, and my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, I'll always love you!&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hug you,&lt;br /&gt;It's with all my love for you!&lt;br /&gt;And I won't stop smiling for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's dance the night away!&lt;br /&gt;Let's sing a song today!&lt;br /&gt;Let's cherish the simple things in life,&lt;br /&gt;My friend, and my love!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;My friend, and my love...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "You're so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;You're so good to me..."&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You're something else,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's anyone else...&lt;br /&gt;Like you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "She Said"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Ashley Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5380402249102662655?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5380402249102662655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5380402249102662655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5380402249102662655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5380402249102662655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/she-said.html' title='She Said'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-1214843714047705117</id><published>2007-10-21T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:55:07.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.26</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. Do not quench the Spirit. Do not despise the words of prophets, but test everything; hold fast to what is good; abstain from every form of evil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Thessalonians 5.16-22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank You God,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Dad and Mom,&lt;br /&gt;For all I've got,&lt;br /&gt;Though it may not be much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized life's&lt;br /&gt;Too short to waste time&lt;br /&gt;Living in fear, worrying&lt;br /&gt;About what tomorrow will bring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna let go&lt;br /&gt;Of all my negativity.&lt;br /&gt;Let You in, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace all You have for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let go&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things&lt;br /&gt;That used to hold me down!&lt;br /&gt;Let the world know&lt;br /&gt;What this heart is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;What it's all about!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give You thanks for&lt;br /&gt;Another day, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;For every breath I take,&lt;br /&gt;I give You thanks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give You thanks for&lt;br /&gt;My friends and my family, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;But most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;I thank You, Lord, for loving me!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna let go&lt;br /&gt;Of all my negativity!&lt;br /&gt;Let You in, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace all You have for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let go&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things&lt;br /&gt;That used to hold me down!&lt;br /&gt;Let the world know&lt;br /&gt;What this heart is all about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;What it's all about!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Thank You"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1214843714047705117?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1214843714047705117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1214843714047705117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1214843714047705117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1214843714047705117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/expression26.html' title='Expression.26'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1080982294935819315</id><published>2007-10-16T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:38:05.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pray</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, all you can do is pray, and have hope. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope is never far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're so far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can only take so much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has changed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're still the same to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not what you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's underneath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall apart, I pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is never far away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never far away!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are so far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets dark at night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the dark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is bright and never far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not what you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what's underneath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when things start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fall apart, I pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is never far away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never far away!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never far away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll find a way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I Pray"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1080982294935819315?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1080982294935819315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1080982294935819315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1080982294935819315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1080982294935819315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-pray.html' title='I Pray'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7428162877314073394</id><published>2007-10-08T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:43:51.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile</title><content type='html'>The following poem/song is short and sweet, like this blog post is going to be. I wrote it for someone, but I'm not going to say who. I'll to leave that to you to figure out ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You always seem to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To somehow brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have to try hard,&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit here in my room,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about all I've been through,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if you feel the same,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If It wasn't for you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'd do sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;And even when it's been a while,&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up with just a smile!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With just a smile!...&lt;br /&gt;With just a smile!...&lt;br /&gt;With just a smile!...&lt;br /&gt;You make every day worthwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To somehow brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even have to try hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A Smile"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;I Love You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7428162877314073394?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7428162877314073394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7428162877314073394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7428162877314073394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7428162877314073394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/smile.html' title='A Smile'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-8210448621494055113</id><published>2007-10-07T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:56:31.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.25</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.”&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- John 8.12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looking in Your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see the light.&lt;br /&gt;The fire burning&lt;br /&gt;Deep within You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't seem&lt;br /&gt;So cold, Oh no...&lt;br /&gt;This world doesn't seem&lt;br /&gt;So dark anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Your heart shines&lt;br /&gt;Like the warm sun in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Drying up all of my tears,&lt;br /&gt;And comforting my fears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking in Your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see... Something different,&lt;br /&gt;Something greater, I see the light,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel safer!... Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, take this candle of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Set it on fire, so it can shine.&lt;br /&gt;Light this candle of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel the light!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause Your heart shines&lt;br /&gt;Like the warm sun in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Drying up all of my tears,&lt;br /&gt;And comforting my fears...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking in Your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see... Something different,&lt;br /&gt;Something greater, I see the light,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel safer!... Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the light,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Light"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8210448621494055113?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8210448621494055113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8210448621494055113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8210448621494055113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8210448621494055113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/expression25.html' title='Expression.25'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-8157314410760853453</id><published>2007-10-05T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T20:43:35.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.24</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For once you were darkness, but now in the Lord you are light. Live as children of light— for the fruit of the light is found in all that is good and right and true. Try to find out what is pleasing to the Lord. Take no part in the unfruitful works of darkness, but instead expose them. For it is shameful even to mention what such people do secretly; but everything exposed by the light becomes visible, for everything that becomes visible is light. Therefore it says, “Sleeper, awake! Rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful then how you live, not as unwise people but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil. So do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- Ephesians 5.8-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You probably could never tell,&lt;br /&gt;But there's something I've kept to myself.&lt;br /&gt;You probably would have never guessed,&lt;br /&gt;But there's something I must confess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried my best to hide this,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of living like this.&lt;br /&gt;We all have our secrets,&lt;br /&gt;But lying to you is my biggest regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay here, listen to&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;No more lies, nothing left to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Just me and all that's left inside...&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for lying to you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;So sorry for hiding the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably could never tell,&lt;br /&gt;You probably would have never guessed...&lt;br /&gt;We all have our secrets,&lt;br /&gt;But lying to you is my biggest regret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stay here, listen to&lt;br /&gt;What I've got to say to you,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it hurts you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Here I am,&lt;br /&gt;No more lies, nothing left to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Just me and all that's left inside...&lt;br /&gt;Because I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't tell you sooner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loser, I'm not worthy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ignore me, please forgive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for lying to you...&lt;br /&gt;But I love you...&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I'm telling you the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I'm So Sorry (Confession)"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8157314410760853453?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8157314410760853453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8157314410760853453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8157314410760853453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8157314410760853453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/expression24.html' title='Expression.24'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6542605650851993593</id><published>2007-10-02T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T21:50:46.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.23</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building on it. Each builder must choose with care how to build on it. For no one can lay any foundation other than the one that has been laid; that foundation is Jesus Christ. Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw— the work of each builder will become visible, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each has done. If what has been built on the foundation survives, the builder will receive a reward. If the work is burned up, the builder will suffer loss; the builder will be saved, but only as through fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you? If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy that person. For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Corinthians 3.10-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God...&lt;br /&gt;I can not sleep tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Something is just not right...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lost, Help me find...&lt;br /&gt;A better way this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You more than ever...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every day feels like forever...&lt;br /&gt;I want You in my life...&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for You this time!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget all the things I've said before...&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I've done before!...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live like this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Anymore... Anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And forget all the things I've said before...&lt;br /&gt;Forget all the things I've done before!...&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to live like this anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I want something greater to live for!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's You...&lt;br /&gt;I was so wrong to doubt You...&lt;br /&gt;It's You...&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long without You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need You...&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready for You this time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "This Time (It's You)"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6542605650851993593?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6542605650851993593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6542605650851993593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6542605650851993593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6542605650851993593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/10/expression23.html' title='Expression.23'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-4358423601858620355</id><published>2007-09-28T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:07:25.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever Felt Like This?</title><content type='html'>Most of the poems I write can be called "songs", because when I write them, I write them as I'm singing the lines. I've tried recording myself as I'm going through this process before, but I didn't really know a good way to do it. There's nothing worse than trying to write a song when you can't remember how it sounded at first. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After messing around with different recording/audio programs, I've finally found an easy and productive way to record my ideas. I wrote my most recent song, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;", this way. And as I was writing it, it was really helpful to hear what I've written and build onto that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here is a new poem/song by yours truly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever felt like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inside you could just melt, like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your stomach was filled with butterflies,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You try to speak, but your tongue is tied?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever felt like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heart may grow wings and take flight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't want to fall asleep at night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because your dreams could never make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like this?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like this...&lt;br /&gt;Like this...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt&lt;br /&gt;Like this?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment...&lt;br /&gt;Breathe it in,&lt;br /&gt;And try to hold it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I want is to hold you close,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever want to let this go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could just melt inside,&lt;br /&gt;Every time that I look in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You still give me butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;Time after time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart feels like it could fly.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;Because my dreams could never make me&lt;br /&gt;Feel like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt&lt;br /&gt;Like this?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Have You Ever Felt Like This?"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-4358423601858620355?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/4358423601858620355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=4358423601858620355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4358423601858620355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4358423601858620355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-ever-felt-like-this.html' title='Have You Ever Felt Like This?'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-8569883015338990833</id><published>2007-09-17T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:08:18.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it's easier for me to say what I want to say through my poetry and songwriting... And much like my song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm Here With You"&lt;/span&gt;, the following song is dedicated to my friends. And I noticed a lot of similarities between these two songs, but at the same time, I noticed how they were completely unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I thank my God every time I remember you, constantly praying with joy in every one of my prayers for all of you, because of your sharing in the gospel from the first day until now. I am confident of this, that the one who began a good work among you will bring it to completion by the day of Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is right for me to think this way about all of you, because you hold me in your heart, for all of you share in God’s grace with me, both in my imprisonment and in the defense and confirmation of the gospel. For God is my witness, how I long for all of you with the compassion of Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my prayer, that your love may overflow more and more with knowledge and full insight to help you to determine what is best, so that in the day of Christ you may be pure and blameless, having produced the harvest of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ for the glory and praise of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Philippians 1.3-11&lt;/blockquote&gt;I thank God, everyday for my friends, and blessing me with them, because they truly are a gift. I thank God for his love that he pours down from above, and around me; without it I wouldn't be able to have hope. And I thank God for blessing me with the creative talent to write and express myself through my art...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts me,&lt;br /&gt;To see you hurting.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me,&lt;br /&gt;To see you cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yearning,&lt;br /&gt;For someone to come,&lt;br /&gt;And save you tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me,&lt;br /&gt;To see you hurting...&lt;br /&gt;Hurts me,&lt;br /&gt;To see you cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This candle,&lt;br /&gt;Of my love's burning,&lt;br /&gt;And it's never burned so bright!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I...&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can see&lt;br /&gt;Just how much&lt;br /&gt;You mean to me!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I...&lt;br /&gt;Will always be&lt;br /&gt;Right here!...&lt;br /&gt;Always here when you need me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always...&lt;br /&gt;Always...&lt;br /&gt;Always here when you need me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always...&lt;br /&gt;Always...&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I hurt...&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt...&lt;br /&gt;And I cry...&lt;br /&gt;When you cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could wipe all&lt;br /&gt;Your tears away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I hurt...&lt;br /&gt;When you hurt...&lt;br /&gt;And I cry...&lt;br /&gt;When you cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But through it all&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here, always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Always"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my friends, my true friends. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Thank you for taking the time to read this...&lt;br /&gt;It really means a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8569883015338990833?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8569883015338990833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8569883015338990833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8569883015338990833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8569883015338990833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/09/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-206588829795436772</id><published>2007-09-12T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:59:01.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For just as the body is one and has many members, and all the members of the body, though many, are one body, so it is with Christ. For in the one Spirit we were all baptized into one body—Jews or Greeks, slaves or free—and we were all made to drink of one Spirit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 1 Corinthians 12.12-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Galatians 3.28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, why is there so much hate&lt;br /&gt;In Your Church?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there so much pain?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the way we've become strangers,&lt;br /&gt;Rather than neighbors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of fighting for You,&lt;br /&gt;We're fighting over You!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus didn't die for just&lt;br /&gt;Some of us on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died for everyone!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus didn't spend his life,&lt;br /&gt;Preaching God's truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that we may choose!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to love...&lt;br /&gt;Whom of us is worthy to God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to love...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're all part of the Body of Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Your church is in pieces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Help us reunite the pieces!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because You didn't die for just&lt;br /&gt;Some of us on the cross...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You died for everyone!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And You didn't spend Your life,&lt;br /&gt;Preaching God's truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that we may choose!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who to love...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're all part of the Body of Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Body Of Christ"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-206588829795436772?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/206588829795436772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=206588829795436772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/206588829795436772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/206588829795436772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/09/expression22.html' title='Expression.22'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6781355540331224336</id><published>2007-09-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:00:30.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.21</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"But Jesus took him by the hand and lifted him up, and he was able to stand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mark 9.27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where would I be, Oh Lord?&lt;br /&gt;If You didn't reach out to find me?...&lt;br /&gt;And where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;If You didn't do all You've done for me?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;That in everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;May it bring me closer,&lt;br /&gt;Closer to You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank You,&lt;br /&gt;For everything that You do.&lt;br /&gt;I lift up everything I am,&lt;br /&gt;Everything to You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;Who would I be?...&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for You.&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Where would I be?&lt;br /&gt;Who would I be...&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't...&lt;br /&gt;For You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Where Would I Be?"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6781355540331224336?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6781355540331224336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6781355540331224336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6781355540331224336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6781355540331224336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/09/expression21.html' title='Expression.21'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-79311664824392493</id><published>2007-09-03T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:01:54.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father, God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Bless the Lord, O my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and all that is within me, bless his holy name.&lt;br /&gt;Bless the Lord, O my soul,&lt;br /&gt;and do not forget all his benefits—&lt;br /&gt;who forgives all your iniquity,&lt;br /&gt;who heals all your diseases,&lt;br /&gt;who redeems your life from the Pit,&lt;br /&gt;who crowns you with steadfast love and mercy,&lt;br /&gt;who satisfies you with good as long as you live&lt;br /&gt;so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Psalm 103.1-5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father, Merciful God,&lt;br /&gt;Forsake me not.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for all my sins,&lt;br /&gt;Cleanse me from within...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, God in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be Your name.&lt;br /&gt;Help me build Your kingdom on Earth,&lt;br /&gt;May my will be Yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You alone are holy,&lt;br /&gt;You alone are the most high.&lt;br /&gt;I lift my heart to You, Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;So You may be glorified!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Father, God...&lt;br /&gt;Spirit and Son...&lt;br /&gt;Together, three parts in one,&lt;br /&gt;May Your praises be sung!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You alone are holy,&lt;br /&gt;You alone are the most high...&lt;br /&gt;I lift my heart to You, Oh Lord,&lt;br /&gt;So You may be glorified!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Father, God"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Galvez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-79311664824392493?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/79311664824392493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=79311664824392493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/79311664824392493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/79311664824392493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/09/father-god.html' title='Father, God'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6984375432343646159</id><published>2007-08-31T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:36:15.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way You Make Me Feel</title><content type='html'>I was feeling rather artistic today, as I was going over my recent blog, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"All Just For You"&lt;/span&gt;. And I was thinking about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; poems that I wrote... I know my future wife will really appreciate what I've done and the vow I've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows, maybe someone will read this and be inspired to make a similar promise to their future spouse, and to write it and save it... What better way to say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I love you"&lt;/span&gt;, than by saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I was willing to wait for you, because I want you to be my one and only."&lt;/span&gt;? You know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true love is patient&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  being the hopelessly hopeful romantic that I am, I thought of what it would be like to be in love, and to truly love that special someone in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just the way you&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel&lt;br /&gt;That shows me that&lt;br /&gt;Your love is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way you&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me&lt;br /&gt;That tells me&lt;br /&gt;Just how much you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't ask for anything else,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't ask for more...&lt;br /&gt;But I have to pinch myself&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just to be sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, you seem&lt;br /&gt;Too real to be true.&lt;br /&gt;And baby, I'd be&lt;br /&gt;So lost without you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there isn't a day that goes by&lt;br /&gt;That I don't think of you,&lt;br /&gt;A day where I don't thank God&lt;br /&gt;For my life and meeting you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, every day I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;Is the best day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so glad I found you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way you&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel...&lt;br /&gt;The way you&lt;br /&gt;Say you love me&lt;br /&gt;That tells me&lt;br /&gt;This is true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no one else I want&lt;br /&gt;But you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "The Way You Make Me Feel"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS: Comments are greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I haven't got a comment on my blog in awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and it would be nice to know what you think of my poems and such. Thanks! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6984375432343646159?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6984375432343646159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6984375432343646159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6984375432343646159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6984375432343646159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/way-you-make-me-feel.html' title='The Way You Make Me Feel'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-5405404897190102034</id><published>2007-08-23T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:02:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.”&lt;/span&gt; - Lamentations 3.21-24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;To choose this life.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wasting&lt;br /&gt;All of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe my heart&lt;br /&gt;Is just too big&lt;br /&gt;For this world&lt;br /&gt;That we live in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe I'm not so alone.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe someone else knows...&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll hold on... I'll hold on to hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on, Even though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;It gets so dark I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;It gets so hard I can't breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;When all I can do is dream, You&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up the way You do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why&lt;br /&gt;I believe in You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Maybe I'm "crazy",&lt;br /&gt;But nothing could make me&lt;br /&gt;Change the way I feel about You.&lt;br /&gt;And even with nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd always still have You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll hold on... I'll hold on to hope.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on, Even though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;It gets so dark I can't see.&lt;br /&gt;So hard I can't breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;When all I can do is dream, You&lt;br /&gt;Lift me up the way You do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why...&lt;br /&gt;I believe in You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Maybe (That's Why)"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5405404897190102034?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5405404897190102034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5405404897190102034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5405404897190102034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5405404897190102034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/expression20.html' title='Expression.20'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6779173277399367925</id><published>2007-08-19T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:37:11.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Just For You</title><content type='html'>Back in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May (2007)&lt;/span&gt;, I wrote a blog called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Worth Waiting For"&lt;/span&gt;. Basically, it was a vow to my future wife, that even though I don't know her yet, I'm making a choice so I know I will have no regrets. And it takes a lot of courage to say what I did, and to keep that promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Love...&lt;br /&gt;Dear Wife...&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one and only,&lt;br /&gt;For whom my love will never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing to you now,&lt;br /&gt;Even though I don't know you yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you this now,&lt;br /&gt;So I know I will have no regrets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saving myself completely for you.&lt;br /&gt;Abstaining from sex entirely for you...&lt;br /&gt;Because I want you to be the only one, none more...&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's worth waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worth waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Worth Waiting For"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And if you read my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No Greater Love"&lt;/span&gt; blog that I posted back in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April (2007)&lt;/span&gt;, you know that there were certain temptations that I had to face and overcome. I wanted to be able to make a promise without living with something that could hurt that promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my following poem goes deeper into my vow. And with it, I wanted to express a lot of what I've learned about what love really is, and how purity plays a big part in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, this is for her: I'm doing this "all just for you"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say that love&lt;br /&gt;Is a powerful thing...&lt;br /&gt;They say that love&lt;br /&gt;Can change anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned that love&lt;br /&gt;Is more than a feeling...&lt;br /&gt;That purity&lt;br /&gt;Has a deeper meaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna change me!&lt;br /&gt;By loving you by loving me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna change things!&lt;br /&gt;And make them new all just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;I've made my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm giving whatever it takes to&lt;br /&gt;Prove to you... That this is worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my mistakes!...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm giving whatever it takes to&lt;br /&gt;Prove that you... Are worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna change me!&lt;br /&gt;By loving you by loving me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna change things!&lt;br /&gt;And make them new all just for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "All Just For You"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6779173277399367925?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6779173277399367925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6779173277399367925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6779173277399367925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6779173277399367925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-just-for-you.html' title='All Just For You'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-6121886313104008036</id><published>2007-08-17T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:19:31.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ Chrispies! *Edit.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Edit.1: I found the music file I made for the jingle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/8/13/1344455/izzygalvez-christchrispies.mp3"&gt;Click Here to Listen to Christ Chrispies!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so when I had my Music Theory class at the beginning of my junior year before I switched schools, one of our assignments was to write a jingle for a product or service. I chose to do a breakfast cereal... And thus, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christ Chrispies&lt;/span&gt; was created!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Verse/Intro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He came down from heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And died for us.&lt;br /&gt;Washed away our sins,&lt;br /&gt;Because he loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the way, the truth, and the life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chorus/Hook:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Chrispies!&lt;br /&gt;Christ Chrispies!&lt;br /&gt;With cross and heart shaped cereal pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ Chrispies!&lt;br /&gt;Christ Chrispies!&lt;br /&gt;Just add some milk and dig in with Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Narrator:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start your day "the only way" with Christ Chrispies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha, What do think? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6121886313104008036?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6121886313104008036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6121886313104008036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6121886313104008036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6121886313104008036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/christ-chrispies.html' title='Christ Chrispies! *Edit.1'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-3930922041680529727</id><published>2007-08-10T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:50:54.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>I wrote the following poem while I was on my flight back home from San Diego. I was thinking about how amazing it is that we can travel across the world in such a short time these days. And with the internet, you can keep in touch from around the world instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about how it would be like without airplanes, or without the internet... The world becomes a lot bigger. And I thought about how it would be like to have a friend or someone you love move away, far away. It would be hard to keep in touch or see them again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I started writing the poem, trying not to draw too much attention to myself on the plane. Who opens up their wallet, takes out a piece of notebook paper, and writes a poem? It must have looked like I was writing the stewardess a love note. Haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;When we were young,&lt;br /&gt;You and me, we used to have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Down at the beach we would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build sand castles,&lt;br /&gt;Feed the seagulls,&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands and go for walks.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would've known&lt;br /&gt;I'd be left here alone?&lt;br /&gt;You were my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though&lt;br /&gt;We've grown apart.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have footprints&lt;br /&gt;In the sands&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;The way the sun&lt;br /&gt;Shone in your eyes, I just fell in love&lt;br /&gt;With your beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the way you&lt;br /&gt;Said "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who would've known&lt;br /&gt;I'd be left here alone?&lt;br /&gt;You were my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted it to end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though&lt;br /&gt;We've grown apart...&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have footprints&lt;br /&gt;In the sands...&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Footprints"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3930922041680529727?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3930922041680529727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3930922041680529727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3930922041680529727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3930922041680529727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-7020791687846525549</id><published>2007-08-08T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:04:20.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.19</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Therefore we must pay greater attention to what we have heard, so that we do not drift away from it. For if the message declared through angels was valid, and every transgression or disobedience received a just penalty, how can we escape if we neglect so great a salvation?"&lt;/span&gt; - Hebrews 2.1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've spent too long,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty about what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too long,&lt;br /&gt;Living life singing the same song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too long,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking no one could fix my wrong...&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too long,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking I'm not strong enough.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too long,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like I should give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent too long,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a perfect love...&lt;br /&gt;But that love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was always here, inside.&lt;br /&gt;In every tear I've cried.&lt;br /&gt;There's no place I can hide...&lt;br /&gt;From the love that You provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always hear my prayer.&lt;br /&gt;You're always here, right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You help me persevere,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how severe&lt;br /&gt;The storm in live may be...&lt;br /&gt;You've set me free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've set me free...&lt;br /&gt;You've reached in me,&lt;br /&gt;And made something&lt;br /&gt;Out of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've set me free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You've Set Me Free"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7020791687846525549?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7020791687846525549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7020791687846525549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7020791687846525549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7020791687846525549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/expression19.html' title='Expression.19'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-1299326321437723088</id><published>2007-08-04T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T01:24:17.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My American Idol Adventure! (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>After &lt;strong&gt;1 week&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;San Diego, CA&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;I'm home!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;9:30 PM&lt;/strong&gt;, and I'm here to stay. So, yeah, &lt;strong&gt;I didn't make it&lt;/strong&gt; to the next round of &lt;strong&gt;American Idol&lt;/strong&gt;... I'm okay, though. They turned down a lot of great singers, and I still had a lot of fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;Audition&lt;/strong&gt; process is &lt;strong&gt;nothing like&lt;/strong&gt; what you see on TV. You don't try out for &lt;strong&gt;Simon, Paula, and Randy&lt;/strong&gt; until the &lt;strong&gt;3rd round&lt;/strong&gt; or later... There was over &lt;strong&gt;12,000&lt;/strong&gt; people auditioning on &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; (July 30)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;in San Diego, and only about &lt;strong&gt;200&lt;/strong&gt; were chosen for the next round. It was crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, this is how it went:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In San Diego, American Idol registration and auditions were held at &lt;strong&gt;Qualcomm Stadium&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Registration:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Registration was &lt;strong&gt;free&lt;/strong&gt;, and it was from &lt;strong&gt;Saturday AM&lt;/strong&gt; (July 28) - &lt;strong&gt;Monday AM&lt;/strong&gt; (July 30). I arrived at the stadium Saturday morning at &lt;strong&gt;4:30 AM&lt;/strong&gt;, and there was already a pretty big line. The line was not supposed to open until &lt;strong&gt;6:00 AM&lt;/strong&gt;, but because of the size of the crowd, they started the line early. After getting in line, we waited until about &lt;strong&gt;7:00 AM&lt;/strong&gt; when the door was opened and the line started moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour and a half passed, and I was finally inside at about &lt;strong&gt;8:30 AM&lt;/strong&gt;. Registration was quick. They (1) asked for our &lt;strong&gt;ID&lt;/strong&gt;, (2) handed us papers with more &lt;strong&gt;information/rules and details&lt;/strong&gt; about the auditions, (3) gave us a &lt;strong&gt;seat ticket&lt;/strong&gt;, and (4) put a &lt;strong&gt;paper wristband&lt;/strong&gt; on our wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wristband was to &lt;strong&gt;stay on&lt;/strong&gt; at all times. We &lt;strong&gt;were not&lt;/strong&gt; supposed to take it off, so we had to be very careful with them, i.e. not get them wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told to come back Monday morning at &lt;strong&gt;5:00 AM&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/SanDiego-2007/IzzyGalvez-AmericanIdol2007-Auditio.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="133" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/SanDiego-2007/IzzyGalvez-AmericanIdol2007-Audi-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Pre-Auditions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So, I was back at the stadium Monday morning at about &lt;strong&gt;4:45 AM&lt;/strong&gt;. A bunch of radio and news stations were already there interviewing people, etc. The camera crew would pass by every now and then, and the crowd would go crazy. It was unbelievable how many people were there. The line nearly wrapped around the whole stadium!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door didn't open until &lt;strong&gt;8:00 AM&lt;/strong&gt; and even then, a lot of filming was going on, so the line moved very slow. At &lt;strong&gt;9:30 AM&lt;/strong&gt; everyone was was inside and seated in the stadium. For about half an hour, we: (1) were all filmed as we sang our &lt;strong&gt;crowd song&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;"California Dreamin'"&lt;/strong&gt;, by &lt;em&gt;The Mamas And The Papas&lt;/em&gt;; (2) all danced/sang to &lt;strong&gt;"Walking On Sunshine"&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Katrina And The Waves&lt;/em&gt;; (3) cheered &lt;strong&gt;"Keep It Classy, San Diego!"&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;"I'm The Next American Idol!"&lt;/strong&gt; together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camera was nearly a couple feet away from me most of the time! It was pretty cool. I'm hoping that I will at least be on TV when they show the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Auditions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auditions finally began at about &lt;strong&gt;10:00 AM&lt;/strong&gt;. You had to read and sign an &lt;strong&gt;outrageous release form&lt;/strong&gt; before you were able to audition... They went by sections, and the crowd filled &lt;strong&gt;23 sections&lt;/strong&gt;. Fortunately, I was in &lt;strong&gt;Section 6&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there was &lt;strong&gt;13 booths/tents&lt;/strong&gt; across the field, and at each booth there were one or more &lt;strong&gt;producers &lt;/strong&gt;who would be judging the singers. One at a time, they would take each section down to the field where we would be split into &lt;strong&gt;groups of 4&lt;/strong&gt;. Each group of four would line up at a certain booth behind other groups of four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At each booth, the producers would call up one person at a time from a group of four to sing. We had about&lt;strong&gt; 15-30 seconds&lt;/strong&gt; to sing a &lt;strong&gt;song of our choice&lt;/strong&gt;. Once every one from the group was given a chance to sing, the producer would decide who makes it to the next round or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you made it to the next round, you were handed a &lt;strong&gt;golden ticket&lt;/strong&gt; and you exited the stadium from the &lt;strong&gt;"winner's side"&lt;/strong&gt;. If you didn't make it, they &lt;strong&gt;cut off&lt;/strong&gt; your wristband and you exited the stadium from the &lt;strong&gt;"loser's side"&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took forever for the producers to finally get to my section. There were 13 booths, but only 4 or 5 of them were being used at a time... It takes a lot of patience to audition for American Idol. It was also a very hot day, so I got a mean &lt;strong&gt;sunburn&lt;/strong&gt;. Waiting was not fun at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, after waiting for almost &lt;strong&gt;4.5 hours&lt;/strong&gt; after the auditions started, I was up at a booth around &lt;strong&gt;2:15 PM&lt;/strong&gt;. And they were barely done with Section 6! They still had 17 more sections to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing seemed very &lt;strong&gt;unprofessional &lt;/strong&gt;to me. I was shocked. A lot of the producers were grouchy and impatient, even though they were the ones taking so long. But some people were willing to wait all day, because they really believed they had a chance. And it was kind of sad, because the producers were letting people who were complete jokes go on to the next round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in a way, after seeing the way it really works, I'm glad that I didn't make it to the next round of American Idol. They really mess around with people, and if you read the release form you can see just how crazy it is. American Idol does turn out some talented singers, but in the end, it's all about the show's ratings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret trying out, it was a great experience. I just won't be trying out for American Idol again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some other things I did in San Diego:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Visit/Stay with my &lt;strong&gt;God-mother&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out at the &lt;strong&gt;beach &lt;/strong&gt;/ &lt;strong&gt;Bonfire&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Smores &lt;/strong&gt;/ Watch the &lt;strong&gt;Sea World&lt;/strong&gt; fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;- See the &lt;strong&gt;Dead Sea Scrolls&lt;/strong&gt; exhibit at the &lt;strong&gt;Natural History Museum&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- See the &lt;strong&gt;San Diego Zoo&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- Travel to &lt;strong&gt;Mexico&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/SanDiego-2007/IzzyGalvez-SanDiegoZooCaricature-45.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="533" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/SanDiego-2007/IzzyGalvez-SanDiegoZooCaricature-40.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the support! :)&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1299326321437723088?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1299326321437723088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1299326321437723088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1299326321437723088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1299326321437723088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-american-idol-adventure-part-2.html' title='My American Idol Adventure! (Part 2)'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/SanDiego-2007/th_IzzyGalvez-AmericanIdol2007-Audi-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-1496071125447330414</id><published>2007-07-25T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:48:22.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My American Idol Adventure! (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone, I just wanted to do a quick blog post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've told some of my friends about my plans to audition for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt;, and at first, I wasn't so sure about the whole thing. But, after thinking over it for awhile, I made up my mind. And this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday (July 27)&lt;/span&gt;, I will be flying down to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;San Diego, CA&lt;/span&gt; for the Auditions on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 30&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved singing, and I always am singing. In elementary school, I was in the choir, but I stopped performing until I was in high school. When I started singing again in high school, I sang at Mass with my Church choir, and it felt good to perform again, especially singing for God. I even got to sing at a wedding. That was awesome, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My junior year (this last year), I took a performing arts class and I had a lot of fun, not only singing but acting. I also sang at two talent shows this year, and I got a lot of compliments on my voice. It was really nice, and it really inspires me to keep singing or to keep doing something when I get positive comments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I leave for San Diego, I thought I'd record myself singing and share it with you all. I recorded myself today, and I've uploaded a video (picture and audio) to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm Here With You (Lullaby)"&lt;/span&gt;, which is a song I wrote for my friends. I also posted a blog about this song in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April (2007)&lt;/span&gt;. It's a soft song, so it's not as energetic as I usually sing, but like I said in my previous blog post, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"it is a beautiful thing, to hear that you're loved..."&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5sDPOrhYvzk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5sDPOrhYvzk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5sDPOrhYvzk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me/Wish me luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving on Friday, July 27, 2007&lt;br /&gt;and will be back Thursday, August 02, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1496071125447330414?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1496071125447330414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1496071125447330414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1496071125447330414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1496071125447330414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-american-idol-adventure-part-1.html' title='My American Idol Adventure! (Part 1)'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-195704329857839900</id><published>2007-07-23T00:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:11:02.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Remember?</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I was looking at some of my first blog posts, and I could really see how much my writing style has grown and developed. Some of you may have read my poem, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do You Remember?"&lt;/span&gt;, which I first posted in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May of 2006&lt;/span&gt;. Well, as I was looking over my poem, I remembered that I had made some changes to it on paper in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December (2006)&lt;/span&gt;, about the same time I wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If Only You Knew"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an artist, I tend to be a perfectionist. So, I took the poem and made even more little changes to it. But, when don't I rewrite a poem a dozen times before I think it looks and sounds right? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do You Remember?"&lt;/span&gt; is a poem about God's everlasting and unconditional love. And to me, it is a reminder that God is always here, and always will be. Even when we can't feel his presence, he is there, watching over us. He does care for and love us. And many times he sends his angels to express his love... It's just that not all angels have wings... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember?...&lt;br /&gt;How you used to hold My hand?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?...&lt;br /&gt;How I helped you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times they pushed you down,&lt;br /&gt;I helped you up again.&lt;br /&gt;And all the times they laughed at you,&lt;br /&gt;When you thought they were your friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been calling out your name,&lt;br /&gt;Because My love for you stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;The memories will never change.&lt;br /&gt;Your broken parts I'll rearrange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been reaching out to you,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that that you would see Me, too.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, and watching from above...&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?...&lt;br /&gt;The day you turned seventeen?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?...&lt;br /&gt;That wild night of Halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the times you walked away,&lt;br /&gt;And pushed My love aside.&lt;br /&gt;And all the times you wore a smile,&lt;br /&gt;As you hid your tears inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am calling out your name,&lt;br /&gt;Because My love for you stays the same!...&lt;br /&gt;The memories will never change.&lt;br /&gt;Your broken parts I'll rearrange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am reaching out to you,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that you will see Me, too!...&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, and watching from above...&lt;br /&gt;"I am nothing without your love..."&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?...&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love that we shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Do You Remember?"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-195704329857839900?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/195704329857839900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=195704329857839900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/195704329857839900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/195704329857839900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-remember.html' title='Do You Remember?'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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-37097259.post-3496934607286793078</id><published>2007-07-16T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:05:01.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Where can I go from your spirit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or where can I flee from your presence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ascend to heaven, you are there;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I take the wings of the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even there your hand shall lead me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your right hand shall hold me fast."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Psalm 139.7-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Even some no one else can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never be...&lt;br /&gt;But You've looked past my mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;And brought out the good in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see right through me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I stand tall.&lt;br /&gt;Every time I stumble and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, through it all,&lt;br /&gt;You answer every time I call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is perfect...&lt;br /&gt;No one will ever be...&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Even some no one else can see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But You've seen everything...&lt;br /&gt;And You still love me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "You See Everything"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3496934607286793078?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3496934607286793078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3496934607286793078' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3496934607286793078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3496934607286793078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/expression18.html' title='Expression.18'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09555394908450609620</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-291978819748065928</id><published>2007-07-12T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:06:07.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.17</title><content type='html'>"Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance." - Luke 15.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I break my promises.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I make up excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay,&lt;br /&gt;I think I might lose it.&lt;br /&gt;Please save me, God,&lt;br /&gt;My hope is running thin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for all the times&lt;br /&gt;I lied to You.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the times I tried&lt;br /&gt;To hide from You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save me...&lt;br /&gt;And take me to the place&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please save me...&lt;br /&gt;And make me into the person&lt;br /&gt;You made me to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But it's not okay.&lt;br /&gt;And it isn't worth it,&lt;br /&gt;To keep living this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I break my promises with You.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I make up excuses for what I do...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not okay,&lt;br /&gt;I think I might lose it soon...&lt;br /&gt;Please save me, God,&lt;br /&gt;I need You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope is running thin...&lt;br /&gt;This hole inside is growing bigger...&lt;br /&gt;I need Your presence once again...&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, Father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And save me...&lt;br /&gt;Please save me, God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Please Save Me"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-291978819748065928?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/291978819748065928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=291978819748065928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/291978819748065928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/291978819748065928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/expression17.html' title='Expression.17'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-2679725613231519894</id><published>2007-07-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:40:00.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica's Song</title><content type='html'>One of the things that I like to do is write a poem for a friend for their birthday. And I'll come up with clever lines such as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I just wanted to take a moment / to leave you a comment / and wish you the very best today / So, Happy Birthday / Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/span&gt; (Madison)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I hope you have a great weekend / And a great year too / Happy Birthday, my friend / Happy Birthday to you!&lt;/span&gt; (Sofia)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lot of fun for me, since I like to write poetry, and it's a unique way to say Happy Birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today, I was going to write a Happy Birthday poem for my friend Jessica, because her birthday is tomorrow (July 11). So, I started out the poem, but I immediately stopped at the line &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How are you today?"&lt;/span&gt;... I had read her latest blog, and she wasn't having such a good day. :( She's such a great friend, even though it's hard to keep in touch because she lives in California. It's always hard, when one of my friends is hurting or going through hard times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts began to form themselves into the following poem.&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica Alejandra&lt;/span&gt;, I dedicate this blog to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jessica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I wish there was something I could do&lt;br /&gt;To bring a smile to you...&lt;br /&gt;I wish you didn't have to&lt;br /&gt;Go through all that you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it were as easy,&lt;br /&gt;As saying "It's going to be okay,"&lt;br /&gt;I'd make sure my words don't go to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jessica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship means so much to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I won't give up easily,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's hard to keep in touch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that you're loved,&lt;br /&gt;And that you'll always be...&lt;br /&gt;Because I'll always believe...&lt;br /&gt;In you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;Jessica...&lt;br /&gt;How are you today?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Jessica's Song"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to Jessica Alejandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-2679725613231519894?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/2679725613231519894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=2679725613231519894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2679725613231519894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2679725613231519894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/jessicas-song.html' title='Jessica&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-1204870257655671481</id><published>2007-07-10T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:07:46.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.16</title><content type='html'>The following is a prayer I wrote last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can You hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Are You near me?&lt;br /&gt;Are You listening&lt;br /&gt;To this song I'm singing?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God... Our Father&lt;br /&gt;Who art in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;Lift my eyes up&lt;br /&gt;To see Your kingdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jesus... You are&lt;br /&gt;The way, the life, and truth.&lt;br /&gt;Open my heart, Lord,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to love like You...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit... Be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Rain down Your love,&lt;br /&gt;All around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit... Be with me,&lt;br /&gt;Rain down Your love,&lt;br /&gt;And surround me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You hear me?&lt;br /&gt;Are You near me?&lt;br /&gt;Are You listening&lt;br /&gt;To this song I'm singing?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hear you, and&lt;br /&gt;I am always near you...&lt;br /&gt;Just trust in Me now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see You,&lt;br /&gt;But I know You are here...&lt;br /&gt;And with You...&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Can You Hear Me, God?"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1204870257655671481?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1204870257655671481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1204870257655671481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1204870257655671481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1204870257655671481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/expression16.html' title='Expression.16'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-8972745722776235927</id><published>2007-07-08T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:40:19.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>A lot of times, I have to stop whatever it is I'm doing to write down a line or verse from a poem/song that I've come up with. And I always carry a pen with me and some paper in my wallet. Today was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting ready for Church this morning, and I got into the shower, and started to sing (like I always do, lol), and I started to come up with the following poem. I was already in the shower, so I just kept singing and coming up with more of the poem. By the time I was out of the shower I had half of the poem finished. So I hurried up, dried myself, and got dressed. Then I ran to my room to get my notebook and write the poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long before I had finished writing the rest of the poem. Most of my poems are personal and relate to my life, but this one was different. I really don't know what inspired me to write it, I think it's the whole "I Miss You" vibe from my previous blog post... But as soon a started coming up with it, I thought it was such a sad and beautiful concept. It really shows the power of true love, and that love really does live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it gets hard to go on, alone,&lt;br /&gt;I remember the song that you wrote&lt;br /&gt;The day I was feeling crushed...&lt;br /&gt;You said that you would be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be my angel,&lt;br /&gt;And never let go.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let me know&lt;br /&gt;That I was special to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it meant everything to me,&lt;br /&gt;To know how much you loved me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;I still sing that song you wrote...&lt;br /&gt;Because you'll always be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angel,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never let go!&lt;br /&gt;Of the memories&lt;br /&gt;I have with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it means everything to me,&lt;br /&gt;To know how much you loved me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets hard to go on, alone...&lt;br /&gt;I remember that song that you wrote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my angel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "My Angel"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8972745722776235927?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8972745722776235927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8972745722776235927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8972745722776235927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8972745722776235927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-3777599747460271896</id><published>2007-07-06T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:40:28.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.15</title><content type='html'>God, keep my friends safe, as you watch over them with our love... Amen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;It feels like you're so far away.&lt;br /&gt;And today,&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I knew if you were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you&lt;br /&gt;Were here with me today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;And tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you&lt;br /&gt;Were here with me tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;You feel so far away,&lt;br /&gt;Like we're so far apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll always be close to me...&lt;br /&gt;Always close to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you&lt;br /&gt;Were here with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I Miss You"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3777599747460271896?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3777599747460271896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3777599747460271896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3777599747460271896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3777599747460271896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/expression15.html' title='Expression.15'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-1488011089270313198</id><published>2007-07-03T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:09:17.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.14</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;God, I give You thanks and praise Your glorious name... Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whenever I'm having a bad day,&lt;br /&gt;And I've run out of things to say.&lt;br /&gt;You always find the perfect words&lt;br /&gt;To make all the pain go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Whenever I'm feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to be around,&lt;br /&gt;To lift me up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You'll aways be my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, What did I do?&lt;br /&gt;To deserve the love&lt;br /&gt;I get from You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And is it true?&lt;br /&gt;That You gave Your life&lt;br /&gt;So I could be&lt;br /&gt;With You, forever at Your side,&lt;br /&gt;Together, until the end of time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave Your life for mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel like giving up...&lt;br /&gt;And when life feels like it's just too much...&lt;br /&gt;You whisper gently to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;"Don't fear, my child...&lt;br /&gt;I am here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?...&lt;br /&gt;To deserve a God&lt;br /&gt;As great as You?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "What Did I Do?"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1488011089270313198?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1488011089270313198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1488011089270313198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1488011089270313198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1488011089270313198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/07/expression14.html' title='Expression.14'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-2407323085437794700</id><published>2007-06-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:42:51.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;God, Help us let go of the things which kill the soul, and hold on to the things which give us life... Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of your control!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking back my soul!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of always losing to you.&lt;br /&gt;So tired of faking who I am.&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've come to see the truth,&lt;br /&gt;This lie must end!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my life,&lt;br /&gt;And making things right.&lt;br /&gt;Finally stepping outside,&lt;br /&gt;And walking in the light!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go,&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of your control!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking back my soul!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd let you know...&lt;br /&gt;I won't miss you, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Letting Go"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;God Bless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-2407323085437794700?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/2407323085437794700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=2407323085437794700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2407323085437794700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2407323085437794700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/06/expression13.html' title='Expression.13'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-51756135824419624</id><published>2007-06-24T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:12:27.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.E.L.I.E.V.E.</title><content type='html'>At Mass today, I was reflecting on the word &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Believe"&lt;/span&gt;. Not only as a 7 letter word, but as 7 individual letters that form a word. Now, this might not have any significance, but 7 is a special number in the Bible. 7, the number of perfection, is used many times to symbolize fullness/completeness. For example we have the 7 days of creation. But moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I wasn't really paying that much attention at Mass, (BAD IZZY! lol) because I was thinking about the word "Believe" and each individual letter. And I came up with an acronym for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"B.E.L.I.E.V.E."&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beauty Expressing Love Immeasurable Enduring Visible Everlasting" or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty Expressing&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Immeasurable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enduring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visible&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everlasting&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left me in awe, because it just made sense... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is beautiful. God is love. God's love cannot be measured. God's love endures all. God's love is visible to us through Jesus Christ. And God's love is everlasting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to be mean, but the choir could have picked better songs to sing. I couldn't sing along like I always do *cries*, because the songs were very old, and I didn't know any of them. But I guess having a choir is better then having no choir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after giving up on trying to sing along, I was at work making my own song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty, Beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing, Expressing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that is immeasurable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that is enduring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, Beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing, Expressing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that is visible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that is everlasting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send Your Spirit, Holy Spirit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guide us, Guide us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty, Beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressing, Expressing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that is revealed to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "B.E.L.I.E.V.E."&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I guess not knowing the songs was a good thing this time. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-51756135824419624?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/51756135824419624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=51756135824419624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/51756135824419624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/51756135824419624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/06/believe.html' title='B.E.L.I.E.V.E.'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-7944894898674153529</id><published>2007-06-20T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T02:26:27.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gospel.4</title><content type='html'>It's really late (2:15 AM), and I should already be in bed... But what would a night be without a good bedtime story, right? lol. So, I thought I'd ask my friend Jesus to share some words with us. This is what he had to say:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus the True Vine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;‘I am the true vine, and my Father is the vine-grower. He removes every branch in me that bears no fruit. Every branch that bears fruit he prunes to make it bear more fruit. You have already been cleansed by the word that I have spoken to you. Abide in me as I abide in you. Just as the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me. I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing. Whoever does not abide in me is thrown away like a branch and withers; such branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask for whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. My Father is glorified by this, that you bear much fruit and become my disciples. As the Father has loved me, so I have loved you; abide in my love. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commandments and abide in his love. I have said these things to you so that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. You are my friends if you do what I command you. I do not call you servants any longer, because the servant does not know what the master is doing; but I have called you friends, because I have made known to you everything that I have heard from my Father. You did not choose me but I chose you. And I appointed you to go and bear fruit, fruit that will last, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask him in my name. I am giving you these commands so that you may love one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- John 15.1-17&lt;/blockquote&gt;Goodnight and God Bless, :)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-7944894898674153529?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/7944894898674153529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=7944894898674153529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7944894898674153529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/7944894898674153529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/06/gospel4.html' title='Gospel.4'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-5016959102233517803</id><published>2007-06-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:43:14.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only You Knew</title><content type='html'>I was going through all of my poetry tonight, and I couldn't believe how much paper I use! I write a poem down about 5 times, making small changes here and there, and then I'll rewrite it again or type it up and save it before I publish it on my blog.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, The following poem, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If Only You Knew"&lt;/span&gt;, is a piece I wrote back in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 2006&lt;/span&gt;. The main theme of the poem being suicide. A friend posted a blog on MySpace about suicide today about seeking help, and how heart breaking it is for those who love you. And after looking through my poetry and seeing my poem, I felt moved to post this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The things that are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can make it through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its okay, I understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know it hurts too much to explain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But its okay, I’ll take your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And lift you from this pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things can change…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t say these things to yourself!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It would make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you weren’t here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t want live by myself!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can make a difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And erase every tear…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you let me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, If only you knew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only you knew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If only you knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much I love you…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "If Only You Knew"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Sometimes, I feel so helpless. As if no matter what I do, it will never be enough. And it hurts. But every time I feel this way, God always reminds me of the words that have changed my life, the words that have defined who I am. And these words are my motto: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Anything Is Possible, If You Believe."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 2006&lt;/span&gt;, I first wrote: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...But you can't give up, because even in your weakest moments, you can be your strongest, and get through anything... Anything is possible, all you have to do is believe... Believe in yourself, believe that God will help you, believe that it will happen... And let it go, let it happen..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I've written a lot about the love of God, and I don't think I could ever find the words to say how real God is to me, and how real his love is. And in closing, I would like to leave off with same words used in my post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"No Greater Love"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"He is the way, the truth, and the life. And He is hope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I pray that you can turn to God when you need to. There’s nothing to lose when you turn to God... Because, anything is possible, if you believe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5016959102233517803?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5016959102233517803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5016959102233517803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5016959102233517803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5016959102233517803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-only-you-knew.html' title='If Only You Knew'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-205423318242752902</id><published>2007-06-14T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:43:00.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ChristFreak *Edit.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Edit.1 - I changed the spacing for the letters in my name, and moved them to match the MindFreak logo more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a lot of fun to make. My own ChristFreak logo based off of the Criss Angel MindFreak logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ChristFreak" and "MindFreak" even sound alike! I wonder if anyone else has thought about this? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/ChristFreak/IZZYGALVEZ-ChristFreakLogov1-1-600x.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/IZZYGALVEZ-ChristFreakLogov1-1-400x.gif" border="0" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the MindFreak logo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crissangel.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/CrissAngel-MindFreakLogo-400x.gif" border="0" height="250" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a Jesus Freak. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-205423318242752902?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/205423318242752902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=205423318242752902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/205423318242752902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/205423318242752902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/06/christfreak.html' title='ChristFreak *Edit.1'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-5430738595363640323</id><published>2007-06-11T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:43:40.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.12</title><content type='html'>"Love is patient... Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, and endures all things..." - taken from 1 Corinthians 13.4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up from this dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my world won't seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lonely anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the perfect team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, You and me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than I could ever ask for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, it gets so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, it hurts so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longing, to hold you in my arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting so long, to feel your touch...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, I cry out to the stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That light the path to where you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to catch a glimpse of your love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I gaze into heaven from afar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is aching for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know one day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take make away with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "One Day"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5430738595363640323?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5430738595363640323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5430738595363640323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5430738595363640323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5430738595363640323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/06/expression12.html' title='Expression.12'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-2587979015712217654</id><published>2007-05-25T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:13:42.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Open our eyes, God. Help us to see... Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you hear Me?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you see Me?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And open your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And see past the lies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I've made up My mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm reaching out to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm taking back what's Mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm calling you!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you hear Me?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And lift your hands!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And take a stand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I've made up My mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm reaching out to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm taking back what's Mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm calling you!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you hear Me?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you see Me?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We don't have to wait...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live and love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause I've made up My mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm reaching out to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm taking back what's Mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm calling you!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can you hear Me?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "Wake Up"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-2587979015712217654?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/2587979015712217654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=2587979015712217654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2587979015712217654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/2587979015712217654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/05/expression11.html' title='Expression.11'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-9116727238356792632</id><published>2007-05-18T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:41:48.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.10 *Edit.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Edit.1 - Changed image with one with statistics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;God, Have mercy... Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;Why me...?&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;Kill me...&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;Save me...&lt;br /&gt;NO!&lt;br /&gt;Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;Let me...&lt;br /&gt;Become another one...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that I'm just cells,&lt;br /&gt;And that you have a right.&lt;br /&gt;But Mommy, how will you tell God&lt;br /&gt;You took away my life...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it's a choice,&lt;br /&gt;And that I have no voice.&lt;br /&gt;But Mommy, if you could hear me,&lt;br /&gt;You would hear my screams...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from this dream...&lt;br /&gt;This bad dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry...&lt;br /&gt;Please, Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;You do love me...&lt;br /&gt;Please, save me...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me...!&lt;br /&gt;From this, Mommy...&lt;br /&gt;From this bad dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "But, Mommy"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Pro-Life/IZZYGALVEZ-BabyAt7Weeks-Stats-Se-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Pro-Life/IZZYGALVEZ-BabyAt7Weeks-Stats-Sepia.jpg" height="305" width="407" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://priestsforlife.org/images/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Click here for more information about the reality of Abortion.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-9116727238356792632?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/9116727238356792632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=9116727238356792632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/9116727238356792632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/9116727238356792632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/05/expression10.html' title='Expression.10 *Edit.1'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/Pro-Life/th_IZZYGALVEZ-BabyAt7Weeks-Stats-Sepia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-536663052215034712</id><published>2007-05-03T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:44:24.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth Waiting For</title><content type='html'>The last couple of months for me have basically been about making commitments. Committing myself to God, committing myself to my friends... I couldn't feel anymore at peace with myself right now. I'm just amazed at what God has done to me, and what he continues to do to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look at my older blog posts, I can truly see God's words in my writing. And it's just amazing, and such a beautiful thing. When you open your heart to God, there's no limit to the love you receive. There is a lot of love in this world... I'm just one person, but I know I'm making a difference, because a little love goes a long way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the topic of commitments, the following piece takes a lot of courage to express. It's committing without even knowing, believing without even seeing. And it's about love. Choosing the highest good for the other person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Wife...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My one and only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For whom my love will never end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm writing to you now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even though I don't know you yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm telling you this now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I know I will have no regrets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm saving myself completely for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abstaining from sex entirely for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because I want you to be the only one, none more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I know it's worth waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are worth waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "Worth Waiting For"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-536663052215034712?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/536663052215034712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=536663052215034712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/536663052215034712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/536663052215034712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/05/worth-wait.html' title='Worth Waiting For'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-3839719701876909199</id><published>2007-04-17T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:46:15.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here With You</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened to me within the last year, and I just wanted to take the time to write a blog dedicated to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so helpless sometimes, when people close to me go through hard times... But I never give up hope, and I pray... I always pray that they will have the strength to keep holding on and make it through the hard times... and that they may be open to God, and the love and mercy he shows us. Because there is hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of obstacles... But no obstacle is too great with God...&lt;br /&gt;And when I wrote my piece, "I'm Here With You (Lullaby)", that is the message I wanted to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first posted the song back in November, 2006, with my blog titled "Lullaby In A Dream". And it wasn't until recently that I've come to realize it's true message. Not only is it a song from me to my friends, it is a song from God to all of us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I sing the song (I hope to record it someday), it really becomes clear. It's a beautiful thing, to hear that you are loved...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"This song is for the tired, the lonely, the hurt, and broken-hearted... For the lost, the afraid, the hungry, and thirsty... For all who suffer... and for all who are in darkness... May this song I sing pour out the unlimited and boundless love of God from my heart... He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life... He is Hope..." - Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Do not cry now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is gonna be alright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't leave You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together We will win this fight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will win this fight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You close Your eyes tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll reach out My arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And catch You if You fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep You safe from harm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Your light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no storm that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't weather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When We're together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know You feel so lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take My hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll carry You home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let His mercy rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down from above...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wash away the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With tears of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not cry now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here with You... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm Here With You (Lullaby)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez. All rights reserved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my friends, whom I always hold close to my heart. You can lean on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3839719701876909199?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3839719701876909199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3839719701876909199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3839719701876909199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3839719701876909199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-here-with-you.html' title='I&apos;m Here With You'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-1525038151292958316</id><published>2007-04-06T21:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:46:33.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Greater Love</title><content type='html'>I am very excited to finally have time to sit down and write again. I normally don’t write my entire blog on paper first, but this time, I needed to find a quiet place. I needed to lock myself away from the world around me, and find a place for just me and God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because what I am about to write about will be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. And I know I can’t do this on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt so scared and nervous, yet at the same time, so confident and relaxed... I pray to God, that I may have the strength to do this... I know it’s not going to be easy, but I want to... I want to share this love that has filled my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love that is limitless. A love that has no bounds. A love that conquers all, even death... A love shown so clearly and so beautifully through Jesus Christ... Dying for us, so that we may have life... So that we may be free and live with God... Forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When you are near me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you are far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am always with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because you are always right here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you feel alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember the cross...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is no greater love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Than to lay down your life for a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I gave my life so that you may live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So that you may live with me forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is my promise to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are my child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am with you...&lt;br /&gt;Always..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- “Love”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I know that none of us are perfect. We all make mistakes. We all sin. We all take our eyes off of God at times... But, the beautiful thing is, God never stops loving us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Bible, Romans 6:23 says, “For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows that we are faced with temptation. God knows that life isn’t always easy for us... But God is always here for us, and God keeps his promises... And most importantly, God doesn’t love us less because we have sinned against him. God does not punish us; that choice up to ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people may ask, “If God loves me, and is always willing to forgive me, why should I be concerned about sinning?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that sin separates us from God. Having faith in Christ should be a matter of the heart, not simply a mechanical commitment. Why would we want to return to things that bring death to the soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ died for our sins... He knew the risks of what he preached, yet because of his love for us, he was willing to take the risks. Even if it meant death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/IZZYGALVEZ-JesusCross-John3-16-S-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b192/izzygalvez/IZZYGALVEZ-JesusCross-John3-16-Sepi.jpg" border="0" height="305" width="407" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I’ve recently overcome a sin that had been a part of me for a couple of years. I was tired of hiding my sin. I hated what it had made me become... It wasn’t who I truly was, the person God created me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hit me one day. I realized that all this time, I thought I was following God, yet I still walked in darkness... I didn’t want to be a part of it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As another year passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seeing all the things I did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all the things I didn’t do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Counting all the times I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why did I do the things I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Too many times that I hurt you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate these dark secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between only you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Father, forgive me please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And make me new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Take me in, make this end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not getting any younger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Start over for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make me new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- “New”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It brought me to tears... Because within the last month before, I had spent an afternoon with a friend at a bookstore, and I had also taken her out to see movie. I had an amazing time on both occasions. And I just think that she’s such a beautiful person. And even though we’re just friends, the friendship I have with her makes me so happy. It really makes me want to be the best person I can be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if we say we have no sin, we are lying to ourselves. I had lied to myself, because a part of me didn’t want to let go of this sin. But, the amazing thing is, if we confess our sins with a true heart, our faithful and just God will forgive us... This is God’s promise to us, because the blood of Jesus Christ cleanses us from all sin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, a month ago, I had the opportunity to see a priest for confession. And I confessed my sin to the priest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confessed to the priest that I wanted a pure heart. I wanted a pure heart because I knew I had looked for love in the wrong places... I confessed to the priest that I once had an addiction to pornography...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do, and this is one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to write, but I don’t regret it. Because although people may judge me by this, I know that God doesn’t judge me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Which one of you, having a hundred sheep and losing one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness and go after the one that is lost until he finds it? When he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders and rejoices. And when he comes home, he calls together his friends and neighbors, saying to them, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found my sheep that was lost.’ Just so, I tell you, there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Luke 15:4-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There’s no other way to describe what I felt afterwards, than pure joy... And I feel it right now... The feeling of joy in heaven, the sound of rejoicing, because I was lost through my sin, but I was found in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that God punished me for my sins, but now I know that is not true. I punished myself through my sin. I separated myself from God, and that is truly a punishment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m not perfect, and I know that I’ll sin in the future, but I will never stop believing... I believed in the power of God... I believed that anything was possible, that it could be done... And by the grace of God, I was delivered from my addiction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Truly I tell you, it will be hard for a rich person to enter the kingdom of heaven. Again I tell you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for someone who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.” When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astounded and said, “Then who can be saved?” But Jesus looked at them and said, “For mortals it is impossible, but for God all things are possible.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Matthew 20:23-26&lt;/blockquote&gt;The love of God conquers all... There is no greater love... Nothing is too great for it to overcome, not even death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Easter, remember the life, death, and resurrection of Christ. Because in him we have new life. He is the way, the truth, and the life. And He is hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray that you can turn to God when you need to. There’s nothing to lose when you turn to God... Because, anything is possible, if you believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-1525038151292958316?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/1525038151292958316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=1525038151292958316' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1525038151292958316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/1525038151292958316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/04/no-greater-love.html' title='No Greater Love'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-5838425158392360774</id><published>2007-03-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:14:53.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.9</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've posted a blog, and it seems like I have so much to say, but not enough time to say it all. I've been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so busy&lt;/span&gt; lately, it's crazy, but it's been fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend (March 02 - 04), starting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday night&lt;/span&gt; and ending &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;, was the last &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DYC&lt;/span&gt; meeting for this year. The DYC, or the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diocesan Youth Council&lt;/span&gt; is a selected group of high schoolers who create, help plan, and host the annual &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Catholic Youth Celebration&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CYC&lt;/span&gt;) held in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spokane, WA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYC is a weekend long convention and about 400-500 youth attend every year. I'm really excited for CYC this year, which will be from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, March 23 - Sunday, March 25&lt;/span&gt;. It's been a blast being on DYC and seeing everything fall into place. CYC will be amazing! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info can be found at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dioceseofspokane.org/Communications/IR_2007/ir030107/cyc.htm" target="_blank"&gt;Inland Register - March 01, 2007 - CYC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this weekend (March 09 - 11), from Friday afternoon until this afternoon, I was on an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encounter/Search&lt;/span&gt; retreat with the junior class of my school. The theme of the retreat was "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turn your gaze to heaven&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emotional and uplifting experience&lt;/span&gt;, and I feel that all of us bonded and became so much closer as friends, as a family. It's one of those experiences that you never want to forget, because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the love and presence of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; that surrounded and poured out from each of us&lt;/span&gt;. It was a time of&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reconciliation and healing&lt;/span&gt;, and I truly felt at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, away on the retreat, I grabbed a pen and began to write... And these were the words that came to me, from heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"When you are near Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are always right here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In My heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the cross...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Than to lay down your life for a friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are My friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I gave My life so that you may live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you may live with Me forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is My promise to you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are My child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am with you... Always..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "Love"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-5838425158392360774?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/5838425158392360774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=5838425158392360774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5838425158392360774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/5838425158392360774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/03/expression9.html' title='Expression.9'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-6583709948380178064</id><published>2007-01-05T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T21:16:26.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I give You my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I give You my all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lift me when I fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help me to stand tall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am Yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Wow, another new year,  with New Year's resolutions... I really don't have any specific resolutions to make this year, all I want to do is live for God... I want to be a light for those in darkness. I want to be renewed, I want to feel on fire again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all this, I wrote the following short poem today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"New"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As another year passes by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the things I did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I didn’t do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting all the times I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do the things I did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times that I hurt You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate these dark secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between only You and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, forgive me please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make me new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me in, make this end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not getting any younger,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to start over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start over for You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make me new...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "New"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2007, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;God Bless, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-6583709948380178064?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/6583709948380178064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=6583709948380178064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6583709948380178064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/6583709948380178064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-8485144977444852291</id><published>2006-12-30T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:10:06.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Brother The Director</title><content type='html'>Okay, so my little brother is obsessed with film directing and editing. He's only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11 years old&lt;/span&gt;, but the quality of his videos are exceptional. Well, for his latest film, he asked me to do an impersonation I do really well, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;movie trailer voice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the voice you hear for just about every movie trailer, and is usually done by reknown voice actor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don LaFontaine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He uploaded the video at around midnight today (Dec. 30). Also helping out my brother was my little sister, 8 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Movie, Y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lFl5SJn9c0" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lFl5SJn9c0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I hope you enjoy it. It's very random, and it gives you a view into my little brother's creative mind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8485144977444852291?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8485144977444852291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8485144977444852291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8485144977444852291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8485144977444852291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-little-brother-director.html' title='My Little Brother The Director'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-4472588207806032</id><published>2006-12-29T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:12:41.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie The Christmas Elf!</title><content type='html'>Ahaha! Check this out, it's so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet your cat can't dance like mine, :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=735c8bd0182b3f21d09546dG06122922" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/&lt;br&gt;?userid=735c8bd0182b3f21d09546dG06122922&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Izzy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-4472588207806032?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/4472588207806032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=4472588207806032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4472588207806032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/4472588207806032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2006/12/sophie-christmas-elf.html' title='Sophie The Christmas Elf!'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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-37097259.post-3064883476840488326</id><published>2006-12-24T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:47:22.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.8</title><content type='html'>Like my previous post, I think this piece speaks for itself. It's a more personal piece, and it's hard to express myself sometimes, because there is just so much I could say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I could say just one thing, I would let her know that she is an amazing friend, and that she is fabulous, as she would say, lol. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't ask for anything more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time I've spent with You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is more than I could ever ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put the biggest smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be surprised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see it from outer space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is filled with beautiful images.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes they're silly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like ice cream sandwiches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's hard&lt;br /&gt;To describe just how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This feeling in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is something new, something real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't ask for anything more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift I've been given&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the friendship I have with You...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "This Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2006, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and I wish that this time of year may be filled with peace, love, and happiness for all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-3064883476840488326?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/3064883476840488326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=3064883476840488326' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3064883476840488326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/3064883476840488326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2006/12/expression8.html' title='Expression.8'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-757881518418794038</id><published>2006-12-18T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T15:55:44.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expression.7</title><content type='html'>I don't have to explain the following pieces, I think they speak for themselves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes everything better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up my day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we’re together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word could say so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one smile could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change so much in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One-of-a-kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re fabulous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re fabulous!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Fabulous"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2006, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tell me it won't be this way forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me that we can be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so happy when I'm with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to lose you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you’re beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you your space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can go at your own pace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll give you the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're worth it to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hard for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it is for you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to hurt you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never felt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you’re beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll be waiting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you're worth it to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happens in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be here for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be your friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- "I'll Be"&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2006, Izzy Galvez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-757881518418794038?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/757881518418794038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=757881518418794038' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/757881518418794038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/757881518418794038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2006/12/expression7.html' title='Expression.7'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37097259.post-8388110037076792349</id><published>2006-11-27T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T01:35:54.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song.1 (I See Love)</title><content type='html'>So, I'm starting a new series of blogs called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song&lt;/span&gt;". The blog posts will simply be lyrics from a song that I feel are powerful and along with the music, make a beautiful song. I may express my thoughts on the lyrics, but if I do not do so at the time, I will most likely post a  "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflections on&lt;/span&gt;" blog for the the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for convenience, I will try to post a "Song" blog about a song I have on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music player&lt;/span&gt;, so you can choose the song from the playlist to listen to it. I have been able to, so far, have the music player up because the songs shown are songs that I own, meaning I copy them from my CD and upload them to the internet myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To update on how my blog transfer from MySpace to Blogger is going, I have not transfered any more blog posts since the day I wrote about the transfer. I haven't had the free time to... But like I said, I will post a blog notifying you when I have transfered all my blog posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on, here is the first post of the "Song" series:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I See Love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thirdday.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Third Day&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.stevencurtischapman.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Steven Curtis Chapman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mercyme.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Mercy Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Passion of the Christ: Songs (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see a teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing on a hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking words of wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see a healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reaching out his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To give sight to a blind man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wasting his life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On what can never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see a fool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dying for his dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I see love (I see love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love (I see love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light of heaven breaking through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see grace (I see grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see God's face (I see God's face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining pure and perfect love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see a prisoner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alone before his judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With no one to defend him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see a victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beaten and abused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With all the world against him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see a martyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carrying his cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For what he believes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see a hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who'll set his people free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I see love (I see love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love (I see love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light of heaven breaking through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see grace (I see grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see God's face (I see God's face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining pure and perfect love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With your last breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through your death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see peace in the eyes of a king&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see hope in your suffering (I see love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see a calm in the center of the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see a savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Light of heaven breaking through (heaven breaking through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see God's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining pure and perfect love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love (heaven breaking through)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see God's face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shining pure and perfect love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see you (I see love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some see him walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From an empty grave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Izzy Galvez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37097259-8388110037076792349?l=izzygalvez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/feeds/8388110037076792349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37097259&amp;postID=8388110037076792349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8388110037076792349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37097259/posts/default/8388110037076792349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzygalvez.blogspot.com/2006/11/song1-i-see-love.html' title='Song.1 (I See Love)'/><author><name>Izzy Galvez</name><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></feed>
