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| It's the next step, isn't it? You adore something, and then
the next step is that you can become devoted to it.
Adoration…isn't quite enough, and I think devotion is
moving one step further. It's a process. | | |
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this georgia road is red
the georgia sky is blue
and it looks just like the sky
that carried me to you
the good Lord up in heaven knows
what i've been going through
and he's whispering to me
that i'll get over you
my angel in distress
you look ok to me
i'll send you my address
i could easily stay with you
on your side of heaven's door
'cause i don't love you any less
but i can't love you anymore
it's tuscaloosa, birmingham
or baton rouge
hell i don't know just where i'm at
to tell the truth
but the good Lord up in heaven knows
what you've been going through
and he's whispering to me
that he'll take care of you
my angel in distress
you look ok to me
i'll send you my address
when I know what it will be
i could easily stay with you
on your side of heaven's door
'cause i don't love you any less
but i can't love you anymore
i don't love you any less
but I can't love you anymore | | |
| Once there was a path
and a girl with chestnut hair,
and you passed the summers
picking all of the berries that grew there;
there were times she was a woman,
oh, there were times she was just a child,
and you held her in the shadows
where the raspberries grow wild.
And you climbed the twilight mountains
and you sang about the view,
and everywhere that you wandered
love seemed to go along with you.
That's a hard one to remember,
yes it makes you clench your fist.
And then the veins stand out like highways,
all along your wrist.
And yes it's come to this,
it's come to this,
and wasn't it a long way down,
wasn't it a strange way down? | | |
| jottings on a serviette
as i penguin my way through the slow revolving doors of this old familiar place i start to feel the heavy weight of reality press down on me. in the background, there is the incessant growl of construction work...the sounds of the city reinventing itself, moving forward. reminding me that, despite a vast amount of the evidence to the contrary, life does in fact go on. for the last few days, i have been acting as if this is impossible. that nothing goes on. but of coarse it does. everything goes on, oblivious to your concerns as these revolving doors. that said, it does feel strange, being back in this enviroment. the last time i was here i was a different person...and here i am 3 years later. grown, changed, striving...its as if someone has breathed air into my lungs and poured blood into my very veins. i am able to see morning for the first time in a long time. the darkness is not so dark and the pain not so unbearable.
there is divine healing and i felt it tonight.
"the Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." psalm 34:18
God is good. His love astounds me | | |
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