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| when its hard to lift my hands to praise You,
i will trust You.
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i think in so many ways and more,God's blessed my sec 4 days with so much of His goodness..
with friends who are mad and long days in school that dont make me tired.
so much so that when it comes to sub standard results for math, i think i've a pretty darn good reason why i should still thank Him.
oh well, apart from being majorly discouraged, im not giving up just yet.
hmm i think i need to scout for fruit loops.
but then again my tummy is being retarded.
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| We were the gray sound boys
We break. We just may dance.
Whather the coldest horse on the warmth of the warheads,
we float away on silvery sleds perfecting my useless charms
We bend. We break. We just can�t stand it.
We got no money so we�re running away.
This time is wrong. Let�s demand it.
Is there a cure?
Between the cracks in the asphalt the lines are drawn and quickly divide
Meant from the boldest darks.
As the summers migrate the frost recedes away for the fight
To hide in the thickest fog
We bend. We break. We just can�t stand it.
We got no money so we�re running away.
This time is wrong. Let�s demand it.
Is there a cure?
Cuz everybody knows there�s no solution.
Not everybody get�s what they would like.
I don�t wanna be in this place forever.
I don�t wanna be here for tonight.
I did my strutting in some other life.
Cuz everybody knows there�s no solution.
Not everybody get�s what they would like.
I don�t wanna be in this place forever.
I don�t wanna be here for tonight.
If I try to run, do you think i might find it?
I don�t think there is time.
If you wanna go that�s your decision.
I�ve never been the one that said �goodbye�
Cuz everybody knows there�s no solution.
Not everybody get�s what they would like.
I don�t wanna be in this place forever.
I don�t wanna be here for tonight.
If I tried to run, do you think I�d find it?
I don�t even think that there is time.
If you wanna go that�s your decision.
Never been the one that ever said
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| i thank God for friends who sit behind me and make stars on my back with masking tape.
friends that'll leave me post it notes on my table when im at the toilet
friends who'll follow me to the loo 657891 times a day
friends that surprise me with oreos when i stay back during recess to study
friends that pray with me when i say im tired
friends that make retarded faces with me and laugh till we fall off our chairs
friends that complete my sentences
friends that laugh when i tell jokes that arent funny. even though i know they're laughing at me. not my unfunny jokes.
and most of all friends who make weakdays pretty strong.
other than that, im barely surviving each day.
i pray for faith that doesnt waver with emotion or circumstances, that is as constant and real as Him.
but i really need a miracle.
im tired.
i need God to part a red sea in my life.
it worked for Moses and the Israelites then, i dont see why it cant happen now.
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| it's good friday tomorrow
at first i found the term good friday an irony..but now i realise its a balance of both,even maybe a little towards the good.
its a strange story..i never really felt much for good friday till today while i was in the car on the way home from a 9 hour day in school + 3 hours of tuition. i guess i always thought the crucifiction was something to be remembered and "celebrated" everyday.
but as i was stoning out the window of the car, i saw the sunset and i just thought about the scene at Golgotha (doesnt that just sound horribly evil already.). then i thought about my life and everything that has happened and is happening..and i my heart did what felt like a 360 degree somersault. no tears, just a woogley weird feeling, and i'd like to think it was a surge of God's love not just emotion or spasm from the long tiring day.
i daren't imagine how Jesus felt this very night millions of years ago..but i would like to thank Him for giving me this life and loving me so so much. we truly are a people undeserving.
i wonder what kinda party they're having up in heaven. im sure it's a reeeaaal big deal up there.
we should totally make it one down here too.
Now my eyes are fixed on You,
and i can't look away.
Cuz all this heart was made to do,
is to offer highest praise
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