we've got closed eyes
walking in dark rooms
blindfolds tightly bound
hands shaky
reaching out for truth
can you feel it
from your yearning fingers
that there's something more
than
nothing
its become all you know
this march of pleasure
just spiraling down..
but-everything is still unseen
arent your eyes tired from searching empty corners?
riding this fast
ship wrecked bound
voyage
smiling at a certain fate.
when will your soul cry
loud
loud enough
when will your knees hurt
hard enough..from falling
when will your lonely hands reach far enough
to touch
the wounds
of grace
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
1 john 2:16
For all that is in the world--the lust of the flesh,
the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life-
is not of the Father but is of the world.
the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life-
is not of the Father but is of the world.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
hm.convicting..
God, thanks for showing me these verses...
i have been so anxious.. trying to plan and do all my own things,
relying solely on myself.. and just consumed with thoughts..
God forgive me ...ALL is vanity but the fear of the Lord..teach me to fear you.
psalm 127:1-2
1 Unless the Lord builds the house,those who build it labor in vain.Unless the Lord watches over the city,the watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest,eating the bread of anxious toil;for he gives to his beloved sleep.
thank you..
i have been so anxious.. trying to plan and do all my own things,
relying solely on myself.. and just consumed with thoughts..
God forgive me ...ALL is vanity but the fear of the Lord..teach me to fear you.
psalm 127:1-2
1 Unless the Lord builds the house,those who build it labor in vain.Unless the Lord watches over the city,the watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest,eating the bread of anxious toil;for he gives to his beloved sleep.
thank you..
Sunday, June 14, 2009
psalm 42:1-2
Psalm 42: 1-2
As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So my soul pants for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
As the deer pants for the water brooks,
So my soul pants for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
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