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Original: 9/12/2006 6:18 PM
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006

 
Currently Listening
Good Monsters
By Jars of Clay
The Whole CD is amazing!
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Oh My God

Oh my God, look around this place

Fingers reach around the bone

You set the break and set the tone

Flights of grace and future falls

In present pain

All fools say, "Oh my God"

 

Oh my God, why are we so afraid?

We make it worse when we don't bleed

There is no cure for our disease

Turn a phrase and rise again

Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends

Oh my God

 

Oh my God, can I complain?

You take away my firm belief

And graft my soul upon Your grief

Weddings, boats, and alibis

All drift away and a mother cries

 

Liars and fools, sons and failures

Thieves will always say

Lost and found, ailing wanderers

Healers always say

Whores and angels, men with problems

Leavers always say

Broken-hearted, separated

Orphans always say

War creators, racial haters

Preachers always say

Distant fathers, fallen warriors

Givers always say

Pilgrim saints, lonely widows

Users always say

Fearful mothers, watchful doubters

Saviours always say

 

Sometimes I cannot forgive

And these days mercy cuts so deep

If the world was how it should be

Maybe I could get some sleep

While I lay, I dream we're better

Scales were gone and faces lighter

When we wake, we hate our brother

We still move to hurt each other

Sometimes I can close my eyes

And all the fear that keeps me silent

Falls below my heavy breathing

What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder

We all feel the need to wonder

We still want to be reminded

That the pain is worth the thunder

 

Sometimes when I lose my grip

I wonder what to make of Heaven

All the times I thought to reach up

All the times I had to give

Babies underneath their beds

Hospitals that cannot treat

All the wounds that money causes

All the comforts of cathedrals

All the cries of thristy children

This is our inheritance

All the rage of watching mothers

This is our greatest offense

Oh my God

Oh my God

Oh my God

I thought this was a pretty interesting song.  What do you think?

 Posted 9/12/2006 6:18 PM - 1 view - 2 comments

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You're right... it is interesting. It's by Jars of Clay right? I like that song Work alot but of course you know that. It's that it describes me. I love you!
Posted 9/17/2006 12:53 PM by Diana_Kay - reply

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You better make me a copy of the Jars of Clay CD! It's a good CD!
Posted 9/20/2006 1:49 PM by Diana_Kay - reply


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