| Oh my goodness! Warm weather! It's finally here!
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| What happens when something is eating you up inside and you desperately want to talk to God about it, and need to talk to God about it but when you actually sit down and talk to God all you find yourself saying is "Why, God, why?" What do you do when something so insignificant can ruin your entire day and you dont know how you really feel about it, and you cant classify your emotions toward it but all you know is that it hurts so bad. Is it wrong hold it all inside? What if you dont want to hold it all in, what if you want to scream it at the top of your lungs but since you dont understand what exactly is going on you have no idea what it is that you want to scream, so you just keep in all in? Is it possible to justify selfish feelings? What if you spend all your time thinking of other people, and worrying about their feelings... is it ok to think about yourself? Is it ok to want what you want just because you want it? Why, God, Why? |
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| Dwell on this song for a while. Who am I?
That the Lord of all the earth,
Would care to know my name,
Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I?
That the bright and morning star,
Would choose to light the way,
For my ever wandering heart.
Bridge:
Not because of who I am,
But because of what you've done.
Not because of what I've done,
But because of who you are.
Chorus:
I am a flower quickly fading,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
A wave tossed in the ocean,
A vapor in the wind.
Still you hear me when I'm calling,
Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,
And you've told me who I am.
I am yours.
I am yours.
Who am I?
That the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
And watch me rise again.
Who am I?
That the voice that calmed the sea,
Would call out through the rain,
And calm the storm in me.
I am yours.
Whom shall I fear?
Whom shall I fear?
'Cause I am yours.
I am yours.
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| This blog is for Mr. Cramer's class... |
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| Sitting alone, listening to nothing but the hum of my laptop... and enjoying it! |
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