I Was listing
to the Avett Brothers new album, and this is what came out of my heart.
god works in mysterious ways.
This is why i fall in love with music all over again everyday. Music should be written with the soul intention of speaking to the human soul and shocking our hearts awake to the deep, purposeful, pains. And the soft, yet unshakable beauties we experience in this short and passing gift called life."There's no falling back asleep once waken from the dream." don't waste the gift of people, Love them. Don't waste your gift of life, CREATE IT. I love you, Please remember that As you read all of this.
god works in mysterious ways.
This is why i fall in love with music all over again everyday. Music should be written with the soul intention of speaking to the human soul and shocking our hearts awake to the deep, purposeful, pains. And the soft, yet unshakable beauties we experience in this short and passing gift called life."There's no falling back asleep once waken from the dream." don't waste the gift of people, Love them. Don't waste your gift of life, CREATE IT. I love you, Please remember that As you read all of this.
Therefore lift your drooping hands and strengthen your weak knees, and
make straight paths for your feet, so that what is lame may not be put
out of joint but rather be healed. Strive for peace with everyone, and
for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord.
"When i lose my direction i'll look up to the skies And remember we're all in this together. if i live the life I'm given, I won't be scared to die." The Avett Brothers.
HEAR ME NOW, I Have cerebral palsy. I'm in a wheelchair, 99.9% of time i'm in pain. GOD made me with his hands. and he is the MASTER artist of ALL. I am his masterpiece. My suffering, pain are of this earth. MY FLAWS OF WHICH, THERE ARE MANY are of MYSELF and my short falling short of GOD boy have I, EVERYONE HAS. You don't have to stand to fall short of The father of creation.
FREE WILL: MY FLAWS.“You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.
Dear God, I come before you once again, knowing full well, That I cannot be judged by any court of earth that holds true and final verdict But, only when I STAND before you may I be judged. LORD, I Fall short today, I will fall short tomorrow. But everyday i have an aching thirst for the living water of your grace. God, I am a sinner FORGIVE ME. my misleading words and ways, my misspeaking and my untruths For setting my eyes upon things those things that are unclean and are not honorable to you And misleading and not being truthful about it at the time FORGIVE ME for my selfish ways, desires, words, and thoughts God, I’m only a man. A selfish man, Only of soul, not body. My body will melt away like snow in the sun. My body is meaningless if without my soul. For when the day comes, and you count me among your kingdom, my body will be of new. God, you said we would suffer in this world. My body is not who i am. i WILL SUFFER with you or without you. I CHOOSE to suffer with you, So That I may WALK down the streets of your kingdom when your day comes. Father, take me in your arms, and may i forever be your bride. AMEN.
Its your mercy that makes me free.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.”
I’m whispering “I was lost,
Now I’m found and forgiven.”
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
And need His strength to carry on.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I still feel t he sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not holier than thou,
I’m just a simple sinner
Who received God’s good grace, somehow!
When I say I’m a Christian - By Maya Angelou
Dear God, I come before you once again, knowing full well, That I cannot be judged by any court of earth that holds true and final verdict But, only when I STAND before you may I be judged. LORD, I Fall short today, I will fall short tomorrow. But everyday i have an aching thirst for the living water of your grace. God, I am a sinner FORGIVE ME. my misleading words and ways, my misspeaking and my untruths For setting my eyes upon things those things that are unclean and are not honorable to you And misleading and not being truthful about it at the time FORGIVE ME for my selfish ways, desires, words, and thoughts God, I’m only a man. A selfish man, Only of soul, not body. My body will melt away like snow in the sun. My body is meaningless if without my soul. For when the day comes, and you count me among your kingdom, my body will be of new. God, you said we would suffer in this world. My body is not who i am. i WILL SUFFER with you or without you. I CHOOSE to suffer with you, So That I may WALK down the streets of your kingdom when your day comes. Father, take me in your arms, and may i forever be your bride. AMEN.
Its your mercy that makes me free.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting “I’m clean livin’.”
I’m whispering “I was lost,
Now I’m found and forgiven.”
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I don’t speak of this with pride.
I’m confessing that I stumble
and need Christ to be my guide.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong.
I’m professing that I’m weak
And need His strength to carry on.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success.
I’m admitting I have failed
And need God to clean my mess.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible
But, God believes I am worth it.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I still feel t he sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches
So I call upon His name.
When I say… “I am a Christian”
I’m not holier than thou,
I’m just a simple sinner
Who received God’s good grace, somehow!
When I say I’m a Christian - By Maya Angelou
God uses his instruments like no other musician.
