a splinter of what i'm learning:
"For when dreams increase, and words grow many, there is vanity, but God is the one you must fear."
Ecc. 5:7
17.2.09
Rainy
You won't relent
Until You have it all
My heart is Yours
I'll set You as a seal upon my heart
As a seal upon my arm
For there is love that is as strong as death
Jealousy demanding as the grave
And many waters cannot quench this love
Come be the fire inside of me
Come be the flame upon my heart
Come be the fire inside of me
Until You and I are one
You won't relent
-Misty Edwards
Until You have it all
My heart is Yours
I'll set You as a seal upon my heart
As a seal upon my arm
For there is love that is as strong as death
Jealousy demanding as the grave
And many waters cannot quench this love
Come be the fire inside of me
Come be the flame upon my heart
Come be the fire inside of me
Until You and I are one
You won't relent
-Misty Edwards
16.2.09
jn
John 21:25
Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written.
Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written.
8.2.09
1.2.09
Reasons
The rain-washed air caressed your gentle cheek,
And off your head there hung a crown of thorns.
From your hands and feet your blood has leaked,
To wash all those below, who left you scorned.
My heavy tree, you held upon your back.
A desperate cry was found laid at your feet,
Since for your glory, all my flesh would lack.
Darkness shone and sin—it left me weak.
Upon that dreadful hour there rose a hope.
Beyond the distant mount there peaked a sun.
For you, the Son of Man, will help me cope,
With dreadful reasons that your death was done.
And to this day insight I have not,
Reasons you have loved—and for me fought.
-Jackie R
And off your head there hung a crown of thorns.
From your hands and feet your blood has leaked,
To wash all those below, who left you scorned.
My heavy tree, you held upon your back.
A desperate cry was found laid at your feet,
Since for your glory, all my flesh would lack.
Darkness shone and sin—it left me weak.
Upon that dreadful hour there rose a hope.
Beyond the distant mount there peaked a sun.
For you, the Son of Man, will help me cope,
With dreadful reasons that your death was done.
And to this day insight I have not,
Reasons you have loved—and for me fought.
-Jackie R
The phases of the sunrise
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