The greatest men stand on their values and pray on their knees.

I know you not quite wellYet I foolishly surrender my mind to you. Slowly and carefully you have cast a spellNow my virgin heart only longs for you. There is no need to push, I am already falling. Once proudly tall, I’m no longer standing. Knowing well that I am doomed to misery,I will roll the dice and take delight in my suffering.

If you think you can stand to know what you’re made of, try kneeling before God.

Good name in man and woman, dear my lord,Is the immediate jewel of their souls:Who steals my purse steals trash; ’tis something, nothing;’twas mine, ’tis his, and has been slave to thousands;But he that filches from me my good nameRobs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.

For many of us, it's just one thing standing in our way of completely following Jesus.

Every time my stupor turns into vibrancy, standing around is not an option.

Too often it’s about what stands before us, not what stands within us.

Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.

You got up off the bathroom floor. That’s a start. Now, just stay off the floor. After all—aside from winning the lottery—all any of us can ever really hope for is more days spent standing tall than spent in pieces on the floor.

The dark might be dark, but at least we don’t have to look at ourselves when we’re standing in it.