u walk, u run, u climb, &u fall,again. u crawl, u fight; u break apart 2night; but I am
the voice that keeps on calling out 2u, lighting up the dark. I turn chaos into art:
so if you're falling under, or if you're letting go..
u hope, u dream, u chase, u plead. a story in these scars, never gone. lost &found, here &now. &underneath these stars, I see just who you are.. don't you worry tonight.
don't have 2worry, don't have 2hide. I know you're weary. don't have to fear,
I'm here by your side. &I'm gonna wait here. (u meet me right where I am.YOU ARE , I AM).
detach: iexist outside of time. when Jesus resurrected, it showed:not amoeba. our humanity /this flesh, is representative* of life that'll b 4ever . this makes life sacred.:u r an eternal thing; spoken into world ,by your bod. if life is sacred, morality of abortion : ?. <3
how you really love who I really am. *amen emoji* /1 by 1 , they're starting 2 break free.
of course not. truly perspective shifting. a warning.. (you don't need a Bible ..conscience).
some ppl never have enough losing.. they vote 4 weakness. will it ever get better 4 them, my goodness.. thing is : it can't . world needs : codependent relationship . it only knows emotions &words that scare /2manipulate. cute how, they bring up JC whenever they want to make pt TV told them.. hehe. but, Jesus testifies that the world's works are evil (that's why they hate him &you). God is giving us more time ; he doesn't want any1 2perish . *sin -ply not afraid of u* /#teamnoenemies #nofear #onlyfaithforever <3 #GAH
my home's in heaven; just travelin' through the world -Billy Graham
as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it.
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God (Matt: 27:46) &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all creeds &a god from all gods of the world, carefully weighing all gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist. -GKC. †