To want subtle poison
Of too high a price to pay
And dance around the edge
Of sweet sin’s boiling cauldron
But now I’m bunt again
There began the falling in
Then a song plays the words
To my Lord and my Savior
To my God and my King
Like water to my soul
I still call You by name
And like a child in need
I run to You my King
Helplessly I come to You
Stung and muddied by sin
And again I’m forgiven
Because of Your mercy
Oh my Lord and my Savior
Oh my God and my King
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When I feel blue, I start breathing again.
Asdvadz hedut ullah! (W. Armenian, "May God bless you!")
It's cosplay, get used to it.
"A hero need not speak. For when he is gone, the world will speak for him."
"One of the nice things about diseases of the brain is they tend to slip your mind." Colbert
Asdvadz hedut ullah! (W. Armenian, "May God bless you!")
It's cosplay, get used to it.
"A hero need not speak. For when he is gone, the world will speak for him."
"One of the nice things about diseases of the brain is they tend to slip your mind." Colbert
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Pain I see but you still don’t know
There is relief I wish you’d know
Hope is fading but you still won’t see
The way to another way to be
He promises heaven beyond the skies
If you would only open up your eyes
Your life grows dim and we get old
Remembering all thing now told
All 0f the things you think you do
None will last when this life is through
Hollowness I see and you never go
To another chance but you still don’t know
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Like I’m trapped in an image
Of what I’m supposed to be
Living in this conception
I want so much to break free
When I do I’ll discover
What’s my real identity
I’m not so scared now to know
As long as you are with me
I’m not this perfect picture
I know I don’t have to be
You love me just as I am
And that’s who I want to be
And so for now here I am
My self quite imperfectly
Angry Words
Tired and discouraged
You strung your words along
What’s the point of life?
Like the choice or point is wrong
Your words still eco in my head
Even when this day is gone
Tomorrow is still pleasant
Though some how the day seems wrung
Why bother going home
Just cause night’s begun
Cynicism embedded in my soul
Now that the day is done
I hope on God
What you said was wrong
That not frustration
Will still be strong
And I want to forget
Now that the new day’s come
Precious Memories
All the memories from those years
Recollection almost brings tears
On my soul some how
I felt something brush
Remembering now
I feel something hush
Through laughter and joy, fears and tears
Those were the days, and those were the years
The touch of greater grace
All of the anxious moments still
A smiling stranger’s face
The times peaceful moments fill
Those days we remember forever
All the joy and laughter together
All of the freedom and fun
So perfect was everything
And the friendships that begun
I would not give for anything
Pain I see but you still don’t know
There is relief I wish you’d know
Hope is fading but you still won’t see
The way to another way to be
He promises heaven beyond the skies
If you would only open up your eyes
Your life grows dim and we get old
Remembering all thing now told
All 0f the things you think you do
None will last when this life is through
Hollowness I see and you never go
To another chance but you still don’t know
Also Untitled
Like I’m trapped in an image
Of what I’m supposed to be
Living in this conception
I want so much to break free
When I do I’ll discover
What’s my real identity
I’m not so scared now to know
As long as you are with me
I’m not this perfect picture
I know I don’t have to be
You love me just as I am
And that’s who I want to be
And so for now here I am
My self quite imperfectly
Angry Words
Tired and discouraged
You strung your words along
What’s the point of life?
Like the choice or point is wrong
Your words still eco in my head
Even when this day is gone
Tomorrow is still pleasant
Though some how the day seems wrung
Why bother going home
Just cause night’s begun
Cynicism embedded in my soul
Now that the day is done
I hope on God
What you said was wrong
That not frustration
Will still be strong
And I want to forget
Now that the new day’s come
Precious Memories
All the memories from those years
Recollection almost brings tears
On my soul some how
I felt something brush
Remembering now
I feel something hush
Through laughter and joy, fears and tears
Those were the days, and those were the years
The touch of greater grace
All of the anxious moments still
A smiling stranger’s face
The times peaceful moments fill
Those days we remember forever
All the joy and laughter together
All of the freedom and fun
So perfect was everything
And the friendships that begun
I would not give for anything
When I feel blue, I start breathing again.
Asdvadz hedut ullah! (W. Armenian, "May God bless you!")
It's cosplay, get used to it.
"A hero need not speak. For when he is gone, the world will speak for him."
"One of the nice things about diseases of the brain is they tend to slip your mind." Colbert
Asdvadz hedut ullah! (W. Armenian, "May God bless you!")
It's cosplay, get used to it.
"A hero need not speak. For when he is gone, the world will speak for him."
"One of the nice things about diseases of the brain is they tend to slip your mind." Colbert
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