rediscovering eden
And I will bring praise
I will bring praise
No weapon forged against me shall remain
I will rejoice
I will declare
God is my victory and He is here
This is my prayer in the harvest
When favour and providence flow
I know I'm filled to be emptied again
The seed I've received I will sow
dailies
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
-7:56 PM
How is it that even though someone dies of starvation every three seconds, people find it funny?
How is it that one can be deliriously happy, and then be reduced to a pile of rubble in a matter of mere seconds?
How is it that someone can be sickeningly sweet one moment, and slaps your cheek another?
How is it that no matter how much you try, you just
can't run away?
If this is really a confidence issue, I guess it's really ironic about me.
But I don't forget things easily. And i suppose that's part of the problem.
Sometimes, I wonder if people really learn from falling.
What if you can't get up again?
How do you learn then?
and just so you know, things aren't so complicated. stop twisting them up, because it's your fault that tangled webs are weaved.