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Some Christians
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"For Heavens sake, what on Earth are you doing?"
I like to express myself in weird ways, by writing, doodling, singing, and anything else, just being
me. I put stuff on her that means something to me, whether I wrote it, or it's someone else's song, I still mean something
by it.
Until You came I was just the same
As everybody else
Whoever saw the light and turned
away
You love me now
You loved me then
And every now and then
You show me how it would be
if I'd gone the
other way
After all this time I've come to find my soul's fragility
But You've rectified my frailty by your strength
It's
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
Like atomics bombs in reverse
As if a glass could contain the sea
That's the
way You are in me
That's the way You are
Now here I stand looking back
To the way things used to be
But I
will never be alone again
You're with me
And now I see
What it means to me
To be a part of such a mystery
After
all this time I've come to find my soul's fragility
But You've rectified my frailty by your strength
It's like the
sun swallowed up by the earth
Like atomics bombs in reverse
As if a glass could contain the sea
That's the way You
are in me
That's the way You are
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Go to my weblog! (online journal) click here!
You don't know me. You don't know the first thing about me. You don't know where I'm writing this
from. You don't know what I look like. You have no power of me. What do you think I look like? Skinny? Freckles? Wire rimmed
glasses over blue eyes? No, I don't think so. Better look again. Deeper. It's like a kaleidoscope. Isn't it? One minute
I'm tall, the next I'm short. One minute I'm geeky, the next studly. My shape constantly changes, and the only thing
that stays constant is my blue eyes. Watching you.
I didn't write that, it's from the cover
of a book called You Don't Know Me, one of my favorite books, I like it because it's true, people can pretend they
know you, but they don't. And no matter how much they pretend they do, no matter how much they make up and stick to you, you
still know who you are, no matter what they say.
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| Johnny and I went on a photo shoot! this is one of the pictures I really liked |
It's a beautiful day
Now I'll be ok that you're not away
Yesterday was a terrible
day
But now that you're here I'm ok
Cause you don't know how much I...
...I need you
Please don't go
You're
so wonderful
This I swear
this I know
You, oh you, every single thing you do
I'm so proud of you
What you
do
When you do the things you do
They're so you
So thanks for your help
You shine so bright
You are the
star that's in my sky
And I am yours and you are mine
I'm so proud of you
That's so you
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