Friday, March 21, 2008
Hymns
"Did we in our own strength confide,
Our striving would be losing."
"Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart,
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art..."
"There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains."
"I hear the Saviour say,
'Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Fing in Me thine all and all."
"May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's sun!"
"Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe,
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow."
"Oh Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary sould in Thee."
Our striving would be losing."
"Be Thou my vision, O Lord of my heart,
Naught be all else to me, save that Thou art..."
"There is a fountain filled with blood, drawn from Immanuel's veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood, lose all their guilty stains."
"I hear the Saviour say,
'Thy strength indeed is small,
Child of weakness, watch and pray,
Fing in Me thine all and all."
"May I reach heaven's joys, O bright heaven's sun!"
"Jesus paid it all, All to Him I owe,
Sin had left a crimson stain,
He washed it white as snow."
"Oh Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary sould in Thee."
I write for all of you.
There are a lot of different "you"s in my life.
I just wanted to tell you.
Its not you.
Maybe it is.
But don't think its you.
I just wanted to tell you.
Its not you.
Maybe it is.
But don't think its you.
Blanket
If I was a quilter,
I would collect you in pieces,
Stictch you together,
And wrap myself every night in the blanket that is you.
I would collect you in pieces,
Stictch you together,
And wrap myself every night in the blanket that is you.
How to Quit
Smoke for my lungs--replaced with tea, paper and pens.
Fresh sky.
I miss the grey; blue does not calm me.
Neither does your voice.
Fresh sky.
I miss the grey; blue does not calm me.
Neither does your voice.
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