I'm finally going to break the ol' blog back out, I figure with me leaving in less than a month I need to get in the habit of blogging if I am actually going to blog when I am abroad.
With that being said I will write a real post in a couple of days.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Roots
It hurts to be barren
When winter comes in all its iciness
And all I have turns to brown and falls away
Why do my roots not nourish me?
How will I survive without my leaves?
I have taken an ax to my own trunk
I have free climbed to new heights
I have conquered the world and made it mine
But here I wither and pass without my base
I must choose to grow tall instead of climb high
For I am beautiful, secure on the ground
The wind may blow through my branches
But I don’t ever move out of place
No storm can break me, no quake can rule me
For the colors that grace me show life through death
How Good is the News that I cannot be killed
For I will come awake with spring
But in death I am white with snow, covered in purity
As what has fallen away deteriorates
I will grow from the nourishment it gives
Good soil exists
I know this is true, and the truth I seek
Father grow me deep
Let life come from what I stand on
Father deeply grow me.
When winter comes in all its iciness
And all I have turns to brown and falls away
Why do my roots not nourish me?
How will I survive without my leaves?
I have taken an ax to my own trunk
I have free climbed to new heights
I have conquered the world and made it mine
But here I wither and pass without my base
I must choose to grow tall instead of climb high
For I am beautiful, secure on the ground
The wind may blow through my branches
But I don’t ever move out of place
No storm can break me, no quake can rule me
For the colors that grace me show life through death
How Good is the News that I cannot be killed
For I will come awake with spring
But in death I am white with snow, covered in purity
As what has fallen away deteriorates
I will grow from the nourishment it gives
Good soil exists
I know this is true, and the truth I seek
Father grow me deep
Let life come from what I stand on
Father deeply grow me.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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