Friday, January 15, 2010


I know I need You
I need to love You
I love to see You, but it's been so long
I long to feel You
I feel this need for You
And I need to hear You, is that so wrong?

Now You pull me near You
When we're close, I fear You
Still I'm afraid to tell You, all that I've done
Are You done forgiving?
Oh can You look past my pretending?
Lord, I'm so tired of defending, what I've become
What have I become?

I hear You say,
"My love is over. It's underneath.
It's inside. It's in between.
The times you doubt Me, when you can't feel.
The times that you question, 'Is this for real? '
The times you're broken.
The times that you mend.
The times that you hate Me, and the times that you bend.
Well, My love is over, it's underneath.
It's inside, it's in between.
These times you're healing, and when your heart breaks.
The times that you feel like you're falling from grace.
The times you're hurting.
The times that you heal.
The times you go hungry, and are tempted to steal.
The times of confusion, in chaos and pain.
I'm there in your sorrow, under the weight of your shame.
I'm there through your heartache.
I'm there in the storm.
My love I will keep you, by My power alone.
I don't care where you fall, where you have been.
I'll never forsake you, My love never ends.
It never ends."

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


I make $0.0029 per second while I'm at work (After taxes).

You think about that.

Sunday, January 10, 2010


So a couple of weeks ago, I wrote a blog about how I correctly spelled the word "parenthesis". Well, I did spell that word correctly but I recently found out that it's the singular form of the word for everyone's favorite bracket. The correct way to spell it, if you're talking about a pair of them, is "parentheses".

You just got learned.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


"We've waited so long
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Waiting for mothers to come"

A story that I heard today reminded me of this song (One of my favorite songs and this b-word is named after it). The story was about this kid who left his family and friends and ran away to California. While he was there he got into some trouble, got hurt and had no money, nothing but the clothes on his back. So he had to call home. His dad bought him a plane ticket home and wired him some money for food. His parents loved him no matter what.

He was so stupid.