Classic.
The other guy syndrome.
No matter how much you think you're winning, someone else wins. Someone who should win. Someone who is more right than you. But that doesn;t stop your hopes from being dashed does it?
That doesn't stop you from wondering about what you could've changed or done differently does it?
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday, December 07, 2007
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Here is Love
Here is Love.
As vast as oceans deep.
As wide as open valleys.
This is Love.
Love victorious.
Love courageous.
Love strong.
Love that never ends.
Love that casts away hurt and pain.
Love that searches through the depths of a mans heart
Love that knitted you together in your mothers womb.
Love that has been where I have been,
is with me now,
and knows where I am going.
This is Love.
Love that finds the lost.
That cares for the lonely and comforts those in need.
This is Love.
Love that stretches its arms as far as the east is from the west.
Love that signed a new covenant.
A Love that bears the weight of the world and hears its prayers day after day.
As vast as oceans deep.
As wide as open valleys.
This is Love.
Love victorious.
Love courageous.
Love strong.
Love that never ends.
Love that casts away hurt and pain.
Love that searches through the depths of a mans heart
Love that knitted you together in your mothers womb.
Love that has been where I have been,
is with me now,
and knows where I am going.
This is Love.
Love that finds the lost.
That cares for the lonely and comforts those in need.
This is Love.
Love that stretches its arms as far as the east is from the west.
Love that signed a new covenant.
A Love that bears the weight of the world and hears its prayers day after day.
Love that gave blood, sweat and tears.
That overcame temptation and the grave.
That once and for all declared
That overcame temptation and the grave.
That once and for all declared
'IT IS FINISHED'
This is the Love I know.
The Love I give.
The Love I have.
This is Jesus.
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Do your clouds stop his voice?
Hearts aren't really our guides.
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.
Remember we used to speak.
Now I'm starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.
God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Won't you come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
(Did your clouds stop his voice?)
Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice?
God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be,
The great peace we all seek.
Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
As Cities Burn - Contact
We are truly alone.
'Cause God ain't up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.
Remember we used to speak.
Now I'm starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.
God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Won't you come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
(Did your clouds stop his voice?)
Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice?
God, this can't be.
God, this can't be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
'Cause I know this can't be,
The great peace we all seek.
Come down, heaven.
Won't you come down?
Won't you cut through the clouds?
Won't you come down?
As Cities Burn - Contact
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