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the world is flawed, but these scars will heal

Two things You told me

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

That You are strong, and You love me



(From Jon Foreman's Spring EP)

Posted by Christy at 11:14 PM 0 comments  

Nicely put!

Saturday, March 22, 2008

John wrote this little gem of a line at the end of his gospel:

"And there are also many other things that Jesus did, which if they were written one by one, I suppose that even the world itself could not contain the books that would be written. Amen." (John 21:25)

:)

(happy Easter!)

Posted by Christy at 10:40 AM 1 comments  

Equally skilled

Monday, March 10, 2008

This song is based on Micah 7

How miserable I am
I feel like the fruitpicker who arrived here
after the harvest
There's nothing here at all
There’s nothin at all that could placate my hunger

The godly people are all gone
There's not one honest soul left alive here on the planet
We're all murders and theives
Setting traps here for even our brothers

And both of our hands
Are equally skilled
At doing evil
Equally skilled
At bribing the judges
Equally skilled
At perverting justice
Both of our hands
Both of our hands

The day of justice comes
And is even now swiftly arriving
Don't trust anyone at all
Not your best friend or even your wife

For the son hates the father
The daughter despises even the mother
Look! Your enemies are right
Right in the room of your very household

And both of thier hands
Are equally skilled
At doing evil
Equally skilled
At bribing the judges
Equally skilled
At perverting justice
Both of their hands
Both of their hands

No, don't gloat over me
For though I fall, though I fall
I will rise again

Though I sit here in darkness
The Lord, the Lord alone
He will be my light

I will be patient as the Lord
Punishes me for the wrongs
I've done against him

After that he'll take my case
Bringing me to light and to justice
For all I have suffered

And both of his hands are equally skilled
At ruing evil
Equally skilled
At judging the judges
Equally skilled
At ministering justice
both of his hands
both of his hands are equally skilled
At showing the mercy
Equally skilled
At loving the lover
Equally skilled
At ministering justice
Both of his hands
Both of his hands

by Jon Foreman.

Posted by Christy at 6:31 PM 3 comments  

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