Wednesday, July 30, 2008

From What I Am Not (Prayer)

My prayers, God, flow from what I am not;
I think thy answers make me what I am.
Like weary waves thought flows upon thought,
But the still depth beneath is all thine own.
And there thou movest in paths to us unknown.
Out of the strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;
If the lion in us pray—thou answerest the lamb.
— George MacDonald

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Leaving Christ on the Street

And the least of these look like criminals to me
So I leave Christ on the street
— Caedmon's Call

Nothing that I Need

This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything
All that I could want
And nothing that I need
— Caedmon's Call

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

From What I Am Not (Prayer)

My prayers, God, flow from what I am not;
I think thy answers make me what I am.
Like weary waves thought flows upon thought,
But the still depth beneath is all thine own.
And there thou movest in paths to us unknown.
Out of the strange strife thy peace is strangely wrought;
If the lion in us pray—thou answerest the lamb.
— George MacDonald

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Leaving Christ on the Street

And the least of these look like criminals to me
So I leave Christ on the street
— Caedmon's Call

Nothing that I Need

This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything
All that I could want
And nothing that I need
— Caedmon's Call

 

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