In the morning when you rise I bless the sun, I bless the skies I bless your lips, I bless your eyes My blessing goes with you This is my prayer for you There for you, ever true Each, every day for you In everything you do And when you come to me And hold me close to you I bless you And you bless me, too When your weary heart is tired If the world would leave you uninspired When nothing more of love's desired My blessing goes with you When the storms of life are strong When you're wounded, when you don't belong When you no longer hear my song My blessing goes with you This is my prayer for you There for you, ever true Each, every day for you In everything you do And when you come to me And hold me close to you I bless you And you bless me, too I will forever love you. I will remember you. I will never forget what you've taught me, and I miss you beyond words. I regret what has transpired but I guess in time I'll have to accept what has come. I love you. I always will.
Emergency Numbers When in sorrow, call John 14 When you have sinned, call Psalm 51 When you worry, call Matthew 6:19-34 When you are in dancer, call Psalm 91 When your faith needs stillig, call Hebrews 11 When you feel down and out, call Romans 8:31 When you want peace and rest, call Matthew 11:25-30 When the world seems bigger than God, call Psalm 90 If your pockets are empty, call Psalm 37 When you are lonely and fearful, call Psaml 23 When you grow bitter and critical, call 1 Corinthians 13 For how to get along with other men, call Romans 12 If you are depressed, call Psalm 27 If people seem unkind, call John 15
For ages, I have been falling. Falling into an everlasting darkness, with every passing moment, Gravity strenghtening her ever-powerful hold. All this time, I've been yearning for what is gone. For what is no longer with me. Has a new light opened up in my life? Has this new sister, this unfamiliar face, the one with the smile simply calling me, Has she come to untie my chains? Is it she who will resque me, who will re-forge to ruins of my life, making me strong again? Is she really my sister?
I just went back and read my first quote How different I am now, it's hard for even me to grasp It's like looking at a different person altogether I was so happy So carefree, so cheerful and optimistic I had everything I needed How different I am typing this today! My heart is not the same I am not the girl who wrote of friendshp and joy That girl is not me. She is not me.
"My heart does the tango With every little move you make I love you like a mango" Okay does the radio just play really weird songs these days? Or was the artist thinking of something sexual while composing these lyrics? No? Okay.
Apparently with no stupidity A poem by Emily Dickinson, helpfully edited to be far less stupid by this girl :D Apparently with no stupidity To any obviously gay flower Death seems like a good topic here Guillotines too So let's now mention an assasian who just happened to be blonde and likely stupid And a sun that remains unmoved because this poem is just so unmoving To measure off another day of torturous memorizing of Emily Dickinson's poems For an approving God, Much better, no?