Sunday, January 23, 2011
I gave up long ago.
"I can't stand to tell you, that I don't want to see you. Because I don't want to hear you cry again. So I've gone to the country to hide in my weak skin. I know it's not fair because we've been here before. I wonder how you never gave up loving till now." -G.O
The poor and them that mourn.
The faint And overborne.
Sin-sick and sorrow-worn.
Are those who will heal.
With fervent prayer.
The wayward and the lost.
By restless passions tossed.
Redeemed at countless cost.
From dark despair.
With joyful song.
Whose days reclaimed from errors ways.
Inspired with hope and praise.
The faint And overborne.
Sin-sick and sorrow-worn.
Are those who will heal.
With fervent prayer.
The wayward and the lost.
By restless passions tossed.
Redeemed at countless cost.
From dark despair.
With joyful song.
Whose days reclaimed from errors ways.
Inspired with hope and praise.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Christ whose glory fills the skies.
Christ the true, the only light.
Sun of righteousness arise.
Triumph over the shades of night;
Daystar in my heart appear.
Dark and cheerless is the morning.
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the days return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see,
Till they inward light impart.
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
Visit then this soul of mine.
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief.
Fill me radiancy divine.
Scatter all my unbelief.
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
Christ the true, the only light.
Sun of righteousness arise.
Triumph over the shades of night;
Daystar in my heart appear.
Dark and cheerless is the morning.
Unaccompanied by thee;
Joyless is the days return,
Till thy mercy's beams I see,
Till they inward light impart.
Glad my eyes, and warm my heart.
Visit then this soul of mine.
Pierce the gloom of sin and grief.
Fill me radiancy divine.
Scatter all my unbelief.
More and more thyself display,
Shining to the perfect day.
I'm tired of singing the same song na na na na
I`m tired of falling on my face
I`m so high, I`m so low
I`m so hot, I`m so cold
I`m so young but I`m feeling so old
I`m at peace, I`m at war
I want less, I want more
I want it all but I don`t know what it`s for
And all that I am is all that you see
When nobody is looking at Me
Saturday, January 8, 2011
She waits
The city, we meet on 30 with her skies reaching for me. she knows my name and I know her constant lights will shine for me.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
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