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| Dad, your boy is about to fall.
He
walks the razor's edge.
He's on the brink of fading out.
He's at his
bitter end.
In your eyes I see a darkness that torments
you
and in your head where it dwells.
I'd give you my hand if you'd reach
out and grab it.
Let's walk away from this hell.
how long til these blue eyes grow
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| I am the only one to blame for this
Somehow it all adds up the same
Soaring on the wings of selfish pride
I flew too high and like Icarus I collide
With a world I try so hard to leave behind
To rid myself of all but love
to give and die
To turn away and not become
Another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves
more deeply than the oceans,
more abundant than the tear
Of a world embracing every heartache
Can I be the one to sacrifice
Or grip the spear and watch the blood and water flow
To love you - take my world apart
To need you - I am on my knees
To love you - take my world apart
To need you - broken on my knees
All said and done I stand alone
Amongst remains of a life I should not own
It takes all I am to believe
In the mercy that covers me
Did you really have to die for me?
All I am for all you are
Because what I need and what I believe are worlds apart
I look beyond the empty cross
forgetting what my life has cost
and wipe away the crimson stains
and dull the nails that still remain
More and more I need you now,
I owe you more each passing hour
the battle between grace and pride
I gave up not so long ago
So steal my heart and take the pain
and wash the feet and cleanse my pride
take the selfish, take the weak,
and all the things I cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
the sin-soaked heart and make it yours
take my world all apart
take it now, take it now
and serve the ones that I despise
speak the words I can't deny
watch the world I used to love
fall to dust and thrown away
I look beyond the empty cross
forgetting what my life has cost
so wipe away the crimson stains
and dull the nails that still remain
so steal my heart and take the pain
take the selfish, take the weak
and all the things I cannot hide
take the beauty, take my tears
take my world apart, take my world apart
I pray, I pray, I pray
take my world apart
-jars of clay, worlds apart
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"It is Christ . . . who also maketh intercession for us." "The Spirit . . . maketh intercession for the saints." Romans 8:34, 27
Do we need any more argument than this to become intercessors - that
Christ "ever liveth to make intercession;" that the Holy Spirit "maketh
intercession for the saints"? Are we living in such a vital
relationship to our fellow men that we do the work of intercession as
the Spirit-taught children of God? Begin with the circumstances we are
in - our homes, our business, our country, the present crisis as it
touches us and others - are these things crushing us? Are they
badgering us out of the presence of God and leaving us no time for
worship? Then let us call a halt, and get into such living relationship
with God that our relationship to others may be maintained on the line
of intercession whereby God works His marvels. Beware of outstripping God by your very longing to do His
will. We run ahead of Him in a thousand and one activities,
consequently we get so burdened with persons and with difficulties that
we do not worship God, we do not intercede. If once the burden and the
pressure come upon us and we are not in the worshipping attitude, it
will produce not only hardness toward God but despair in our own souls.
God continually introduces us to people for whom we have no affinity,
and unless we are worshipping God, the most natural thing to do is to
treat them heartlessly, to give them a text like the jab of a spear, or
leave them with a rapped-out counsel of God and go. A heartless
Christian must be a terrible grief to Our Lord. Are we in the direct line of the intercession of our Lord and of the Holy Spirit?
"Be ye therefore ready also." Luke 12:40
The great need for the Christian worker is to be ready to face Jesus
Christ at any and every turn. This is not easy, no matter what our
experience is. The battle is not against sin or difficulties or
circumstances, but against being so absorbed in work that we are not
ready to face Jesus Christ at every turn. That is the one great need,
not the facing our belief, or our creed, the question whether we are of
any use, but to face Him.
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| I've gone so far from my home
I've seen the world and I have known
So many secrets
I wish now I did not know
'Cause they have crept into my heart
They have left it cold and dark
And bleeding,
Bleeding and falling apart
And everybody used to tell me big boys don't cry
Well I've been around enough to know that that was the lie
That held back the tears in the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons
Well we are children no more, we have sinned and grown old
And our Father still waits and He watches down the road
To see the crying boys come running back to His arms
And be growing young
Growing young
I've seen silver turn to dross
Seen the very best there ever was
And I'll tell you, it ain't worth what it costs
And I remember my father's house
What I wouldn't give right now
Just to see him and hear him tell me that he loves me so much
And everybody used to tell me big boys don't cry
Well I've been around enough to know that that was the lie
That held back the tears in the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons
Well we are children no more, we have sinned and grown old
And our Father still waits and He watches down the road
To see the crying boys come running back to His arms
And when I thought that I was all alone
It was your voice I heard calling me back home
And I wonder now Lord
What it was that made me wait so long
And what kept You waiting for me all that time
Was Your love stronger than my foolish pride
Will You take me back now, take me back and let me be Your child
'Cause I've been broken now, I've been saved
I've learned to cry, and I've learned how to pray
And I'm learning, I'm learning even I can be changed
And everybody used to tell me big boys don't cry
Well I've been around enough to know that that was the lie
That held back the tears in the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons
Well we are children no more, we have sinned and grown old
And our Father still waits and He watches down the road
To see the crying boys come running back to His arms
And be growing young
Growing young
Growing young
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| This was to be an email to a friend of mine, but it was a great rant with some amazing facts, so here it is:
Only about 6,000 stars are visible from Earth with the naked eye but
one wrtier has suggested that id the known starts were to be divided up
among the world's population each person would erceive two trillion of
them (and those are just the known stars). Another has said that if
each star were represented as a pea and the peas were then spread over
the whole of Great Britain, they would make a pile a quarter of a mile
high. In less graphic terms, the total number of stars is currently put
at 10,000 million million million.
In light of these facts Isaiah 40:25-29 takes on a new slant:
"To whom will you compare me? Or who is my equal? Says the Holy One.
Lift up your eyes to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings
out the starry host one by one, and calls each by name. Because of his
great power and might strength not one of them is missing. Why do you
say O Jacob, and complain O Israel, "My way is hidden from the Lord; my
cause is disregarded by my God?" Do you not know? Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can
fathom. He gives strength to the weary, and increases power of the
weak."
Is that not incredible???!???
Oh and if you ever have someone doubting their self-worth. Oh, my
friend, the are no mistake in the Lord's eyes! They were fearfully,
wonderfully, and specifically designed. Artfully crafted.
this is something i wrote for an aim away message during this past semester when i took bio 2:
do you know how unique you are
one of
your parents can make 8 million genetically
different gametes (:::cough:::egg or sperm) and that does not even include the
possibility of 'crossing-over' of genetic info between chromosomes.
But it
doesn't stop there....then you parents pick each other out of the billions of
possible mates and then that one egg found that one sperm and
whala = you! 
Oh, and there is more....sorry if this email is really long but eh.
"The heart pumps blood through the body's 80,000 miles of blood vessels
at a rate which means that every dat the blood cells travel an
accumulated distance of 168 million miles, equivalent of 6,720 times
the earth's circumference. "
"The human liver have sover 500 essential functions and manufactures
1,000 different types of enzymes....the human liver processes
10,000,000 (ten million) degenerated blood cells every second."
and here is the kicker...ever feel kinda dumb?...."the human brain
processes ten terabytes of data over an eighty year life time. This is
equivalent to 7,142,857,142,860,000 floppy discs." and " somewhere
between 10,000 and 100,000 inputs from other neurons will converge on
each individual brain cell."
and evolutionists claim this all happened by random (mostly harmful) mutations....
But, my God is bigger than that, and he leaves an awfully large handprint. :)
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