Sweet joy, solid black,
Twisted, turning,
Slowly yearning.
Cunning, welcomed attack!
Bitter grief, crushed , but white,
Painfully growing,
Never knowing,
It is strengthened through it’s plight…
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
I wrote this for someone special concerning how we both felt about something
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Monday, July 16, 2007
On Heaven, Grace, and a Loved Sinner...
with all of my passion, with all of my heart,
though this world tears apart,
through the darkness, through it all,
Lord, i hear your loving call,
paintings empty, hollowed shells,
twice lived tormented Hell,
my wretched heart filled with praise,
for your deliverance from that daze,
confusion lost, a new hope found,
a joy of leaving this cursed ground,
a life left, new life to gain,
in heaven, saved, praising your name.
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Wednesday, July 4, 2007
I'm thankfull...
for the fact that Sis. Elms reads my blog. i know its often useless, but i want you to know that i appreciate your time. that being said, i don't mean to not include my long list
i've never actually danced for the lord. i've never run the isles, and i've never opened my eyes to see the ceiling and realized i was on the floor. i've been wondering lately about the good ol' apostolic worship from back in the day. i want to be like that. i wanna take off skipping <> when i feel God's spirit flowing in that direction, and i wanna open my eyes and see everyone worshiping so hard that the visitors are confounded. i wanna know that the old worships not dead. well, i keep hearing, "start it and it'll happen." thanks, but, i know that. the problem is i get so much in my own way that it honestly and truly feels like my feet are cemented, up to my knees, to the ground. i keep meaning to ask bro. Andrew about it. i know he'll have some words to say that'll help me. lol, he can say something everyone else has said, in exactly the same words, but it's like something hits me, and i understand. well........... this will be updated the day you see me run
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