time and time i find that my words will never reach You if i cant seem to meet You.
Breathe Your life into me
i cant feel You
I'm falling falling faster
Breathe Your life into me
i still need You
im falling breathe into me.
hmm. He is good. He is bliss. has it really been a few days short of a year since i ventured to post in this? oh well. the past year has held much. im different. some people make me happy. others make me hurt. some people rock. some suck. some inspire me. some massacre my mind. hmm. atleast i know i can feel... atleast im still real.
i love my Savior. He's more beauty than i could have ever imagined. He has brought life into my death, and He's bringing beauty from my pain. what bliss. on a not as cool note, im more detatched from people than i believe ive ever been. weirdest of all, it's not people in general. it's just some people. strange.
im in love with love and lousy poetry still. and faces. and rain. and snowflakes. and cheerwine. joy. beauty. people. melody. im still me. im just different. ive mastered the art of feeling so utterly melancholy, yet so fully happy at the same time. i have yet to understand it. how can the heart feel happiness and joy while being in the midst of such a sorrowful state?
**the greatest lesson ive learned in the past month or so... the heart is good. ive stopped letting people rip that Jeremiah verse out of context to tell me that my heart is wicked. it was, but He has made it perfect. the heart is where we love God, where we believe in Him. "love the Lord your God with all your heart"... that's the first in the list. if He's come to bind up the brokenhearted, why would He leave them incomplete? no. He heals the heart and makes it like His.
life is good... eternal life is still better. oh my life is eternal.
i cant feel You
I'm falling falling faster
Breathe Your life into me
i still need You
im falling breathe into me.
hmm. He is good. He is bliss. has it really been a few days short of a year since i ventured to post in this? oh well. the past year has held much. im different. some people make me happy. others make me hurt. some people rock. some suck. some inspire me. some massacre my mind. hmm. atleast i know i can feel... atleast im still real.
i love my Savior. He's more beauty than i could have ever imagined. He has brought life into my death, and He's bringing beauty from my pain. what bliss. on a not as cool note, im more detatched from people than i believe ive ever been. weirdest of all, it's not people in general. it's just some people. strange.
im in love with love and lousy poetry still. and faces. and rain. and snowflakes. and cheerwine. joy. beauty. people. melody. im still me. im just different. ive mastered the art of feeling so utterly melancholy, yet so fully happy at the same time. i have yet to understand it. how can the heart feel happiness and joy while being in the midst of such a sorrowful state?
**the greatest lesson ive learned in the past month or so... the heart is good. ive stopped letting people rip that Jeremiah verse out of context to tell me that my heart is wicked. it was, but He has made it perfect. the heart is where we love God, where we believe in Him. "love the Lord your God with all your heart"... that's the first in the list. if He's come to bind up the brokenhearted, why would He leave them incomplete? no. He heals the heart and makes it like His.
life is good... eternal life is still better. oh my life is eternal.