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when death like a Gypsy
comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the heavens
I will still seek your face
but I fear you aren't listening
because there are no words
just the stillness and the hunger
for a faith that assures
Shar died on friday.
I can't make it home for the funeral because I will be coming home the next week...it just isn't logical.
I don't like logic.
Or grad school.
It has been better, but tonight, it feels like a prison keeping me from the ones I want to hold to, to kiss their faces and praise God they are still alive.
But her life was beautiful. She spent it on our behalf. I will spend mine the same way.
I will follow her as she followed Christ: The One True Spender
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down
comes to steal what I love
I will still look to the heavens
I will still seek your face
but I fear you aren't listening
because there are no words
just the stillness and the hunger
for a faith that assures
Shar died on friday.
I can't make it home for the funeral because I will be coming home the next week...it just isn't logical.
I don't like logic.
Or grad school.
It has been better, but tonight, it feels like a prison keeping me from the ones I want to hold to, to kiss their faces and praise God they are still alive.
But her life was beautiful. She spent it on our behalf. I will spend mine the same way.
I will follow her as she followed Christ: The One True Spender
You have calmed greater waters
Higher mountains have come down