I wake up in the morning
And I look up to the sky.
I wonder why he took you
before I could say good-bye

I look up to the stars at night
And know you're looking down.
I'd like to think you're proud of me
But I'm just stumbling round.

So I crawl in bed and close my eyes
And realize that you're really gone.
Then comes the fears and then the tears
And life just seems so wrong.

I glance up at the heavens
And I know you're flying by.
My Angel's watching over me.
I'm happy as I cry.

I remember one night that Josh, Michael, and I were on the way back to Josh's house after CAP.  I let him drive since he said he knew a quicker way.  While we were joking, he asked if we wanted to go to England on the way.  Michael excitedly said sure (not thinking about where England actually is), so since there wasn't anyone coming Josh went into the left lane and said, "Okay, now we're in England"  and we all laughed.

Slippery tendrils lash above the sea

In a frantic manner to save what be

A crew of pirates, stranded, latching on

To his noodly appendages a’dawn.

His Noodliness holds two spheres of meat

Muddled in the tangle of pasta, neat.

In Him, I find true mirth; my solace, joy!

The Pasta Lord, He taketh me—ahoy!

He promises a Kingdom grand, so long

As we abide by Captain Mosey’s song:

Yon, beer and ale spurt out of mountaintops;

A stripper factory that does not stop.

Rejoice, for He has boiled for our sins!

And now his wheaty sauce runs ‘neath our skins.

My Pasta Lord who flies with wholegrain love,

Invisible in the heavens above.