decent christian talk

The dream is fading, now I'm staring at the door.
I know it's over cause my feet have hit the cold floor.
Check my reflection, I ain't feeling what I see,
it's no mystery.
Whatever happened to a passion I could live for?
What became of the flame that made me feel more?
And when did I forget

that I was made to love You,
I was made to find You,
I was made just for You,
made to adore You.
I was made to love
and be loved by You.

And it's a tragedy (I know)
This state I'm in

Why'd You choose me when You knew I wasn't tough enough?
Why'd You send me when You knew I would run?
Why'd You put me in the places that I didn't want?
Why'd You call me when You knew I'd hang up?

Lost, so lost,
somewhere in the dead of night,
drifting like a satellite
spinning out of control.
But love, Your love
is stronger than gravity,
and it's pulling at the heart of me.
I'm giving in.

"And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me."
-II Corinthians 12:9

grrr to blogger.

i resent this whole forced change nonsense. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

bonus

Our land, our shore,
yearns for something to believe in.
White skies. White seas.
Bring us (please) something to believe in.

Stirring below, starting to grow,
is a world full of colors
we can barely remember.
Stirring below, pushing through snow,
there is life, wild life
coming back from December.

Frost lifts, crowds yearn.
Our turn for something to believe in.
Ice melts, streams flow.
All creation knows
something's on the move.

Sweeping the land written in sand
is a world full of colors
we can barely remember.
This is the thaw, this is morning to all,
this is life, wild life,
coming back from December.

Sweeping across the land,
on the move again,
bringing back colors
mourning to joy.

Stirring below, starting to grow
there's a world full of colors
we can barely remember.
Stirring below, pushing through snow,
there is life, wild life
coming back from December.
Sweeping the land written in sand
is a world full of colors
we can barely remember.
This is the thaw, this is morning to all,
this is life, wild life
coming back from December.

why the stereotypes are true: the irish love potatoes

so you know when a woman is having a baby she craves really weird stuff like spinach or lobster pizza and then whatever she craves the kid ends up liking in some form because that was what the kid ate when he/she was happy and safe in the womb and that was his/her first food, then say if the woman craved things but she could only eat potatoes because that was the only crop that could be raised easily in the climate, then even though she craved other things the baby's first food when he/she was happy and safe in the womb would still be potatoes so then the baby likes potatoes so then the baby eats potatoes so then the baby grows up and gets married and maybe it was a girl baby and then she emigrates to the US with her husband where she gets pregnant and eats potatoes the whole time because she loves potatoes and then she has a baby and the baby loves potatoes and then the baby grows up and gets pregnant and eats potatoes and has a baby who grows up and gets pregnant and eats potatoes and has a baby who grows up and gets pregnant and eats potatoes and that, my friends, is why the Irish love potaotes.