the idea of love
when it is wet and rainy
and cold
and when no one understands your thoughts
the voice of love
when you are confused
and scribbling letters on dry faded
yellow paper
the touch of love
when you cry
the door shut
being quite
hiding a wound
the words of love
through
thin
crackling
pages
each word
carves like a knife
at your guarded heart
the action of love
your hopes
fears and failures
your harsh words, unloving glances-
your heart sinking in disbelief-
pinned down and paid for.
the look of love
when you finally meet the eyes
of your savior.

"my stomach feels like it just got hugged."

-after having a lovely evening at ichiban Japanese cuisine! :)

my desire for you
is great
it consumes my thoughts
my today
i am overwhelmed
by the longing
the longing for your presence
it stirs me
deeply and there is no rest
until i find it in you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaEEEPU2MgA


Am I at the point of no improvement?
What of the death I still dwell in?
I try to excel, but I feel no movement.
Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

Never underestimate my Jesus.
You're telling me that there's no hope.
I'm telling you you're wrong.

Never underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumbles
He will be strong, He will be strong

I throw up my hands
"Oh, the impossibilities"
Frustrated and tired
Where do I go from here?
Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear



I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
Gather my insufficiencies and
place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands