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I found this on a random Xanga, and all I can say is, "Yes."

And I know I'm weak
I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace
Because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed.

Here I am
At Your feet
In my brokenness complete.

"In repentance and rest is your salvation,
In quietness and trust is your strength."
[Isaiah 30.15]

Remixed

would You come
would You return
return to us with love?
for we are broken and we're in need
and so we come asking for mercy

...

(i plead for mercy!)

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(i plead for You!)

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i
can hear the sound of rain...
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He's coming to america again.

("Sound of Rain" by Autumn Katz, remixed by me)

Youth Pastoring

The years pass by
In the blink of an eye
And I'm left wondering
If I could have done more.

So much heartbreak.
So much disillusionment.
Lord, do you see Your children?

The pain of the elder
Is that we cannot choose for the younger.
This too is the heart of God.

The First Interesting Premise For a Novel I've Ever Come Up With By Myself

(I realize others may have thought of this or similar plots before me... yay for Michael Crichton's "Timeline"... but I always struggle with coming up with interesting conflicts for stories. I think this is the first interesting one I've ever come up with.)

PREMISE: At some point in the near future, a research team discover a practical way to time travel. A team of researchers transport to a point 20 years in the future and disappear. The cause of disappearance is discovered to be the end of time itself; the team tried to travel to a point in time beyond the "end of the world".


CONFLICT: How do the various surviving characters react to the evidence of the imminent end of the cosmos? How does this affect they way they relate to one another? Do they try to keep this information from the world at large, to allow the world to live as "normal" of a life for as long as possible, or do they feel a moral obligation to tell everyone?

Quintessence

These chemicals of mine
Trapped in my own skin
Encased in matter

Long to return to their element

Like aether

To a hypothetical heaven.

What is the realm of thought

If not a Platonic form?

Come soon, Lord Jesus...

Stand by everything You said
Stand by the promises we made
Let go of everything I’ve done
I'll run into Your open arms
And all I know

Chorus:
I love You more than life
I love You more than life

Fall back on everything You've done
Fall back on everlasting arms
When all the world is swept away
You are all the things I need
You're the air I breathe

How can it be
You were the one on the cross that died for me?
Lifted for all our shame?
How can it be
The scars in Your hands are for me?
You are the king of all

("More than Life," Hillsong United)

No mas

Tonight we remember
As if remembrance has meaning
As if night had a voice
As if hope had an anchor.

Nietzche was right, all is decadence
But our Lord is a velvet-wrapped brick.

Alrighty.

At the end of the day, I ought to grab a broom and sweep up the pieces, but I'm too tired or distracted to. Or apathetic.

Anybody want to buy a TV and an entertainment center?