tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-99992932011-07-24T20:20:43.234-04:00shall we get high on truth?Natahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870483886567688715noreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9999293.post-40556172401687727982008-02-11T18:45:00.000-05:002008-02-11T18:58:11.251-05:00

(So I wrote this poem for a workshop in my Creative Writing class but most of the students had no idea what the point of this poem is. I've tried but I just can't change it, it feels so complete to me, and the critiques at school were not very helpful. Any suggestions to make it more understandable?)...There’s a hundred things I could say.The way the water closet wakes to the clattering rain.

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This isn’t December weather. My dog (the best dog in the world) is shedding like crazy because it’s so hot. I haven’t seen an overcast sky yet, since I arrived in Mexico City two weeks ago. Although there is plenty of smog surrounding the building silhouettes on the horizon, this is my kind of winter. In addition to the 75 degree weather, there are over 50 people in my house today, Mexicans

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~in the comments please post your own brain-digging ?'s~Is it possible to do anything without some selfish motive? If there was no promise of rewards, would I care? Does my commitment depend on future rewards? Was I made to live for rewards?Can I make any decisions that aren´t affected by my past? Do my past decisions and disciplines determine my present and future? How much free will do I really

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From the moment we burst into consciousness and took a giant and painful gulp of air, our brains were spurred onto the long and colorful mission to learn as much as we can. Somehow our learning software, programmed into our minds, was automatically activated. Even though we didn’t yet understand it, we suddenly became aware of the passing of time, and the continual change around us opened the

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“His purpose was for the nations to seek after God and perhaps feel their way toward him and find him—though He is not far from any one of us. For in Him we live and move and exist.” (Acts 17:27-28)If the purpose of our existence is to search for God, why does it often seem so hard to find him? Why do I desire to know the truth, but am too self centered to spend my time searching for truth?

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What is it that causes my close friend from high school to recklessly lose his virginity? What drove my uncle to have an affair or my aunt to divorce? Why do my friends become alcoholics or drug addicts? Why did my cousin run away from home and why did my other cousin commit adultery? Why did an elderly missionary friend of the family kill himself?What makes them so different from my friend from

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The croaking thunder finalized it. Kico knew that nobody would pay to get their windshields washed for the rest of the evening. The short eleven-year-old drug his feet to a wooden telephone pole where he sat and counted the change in his pocket. Fifteen pesos and twenty centavos. Not nearly enough to get another bottle of Activo. Kico was now regretting that he hadn’t planned ahead to make sure

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"Woe to the world because of the things that cause people to sin! Such things must come, but woe to the man through whom they come!"~ Matthew 18:17

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She is sprawled out on the plate.Her roasted skin wrappedtight around her curves.Dressed in spice,her aroma echoingin your stomach.Your teeth aching to sink into her tender blend of fatand protein.You cleave your fingersaround her middle.You tear her muscles cleanand strands of fat snapin your teeth.Her chunks squeeze downyour throat.Zing armies dancein your cheeks.The back of your handsmears

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Take this world from meI don't need it any moreI am finally freeMy heart is spoken for~MercyMe

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Two minutes before the ball dropped I realized I had yet to determine a new year resolution. Two hours later I turned to Trevor and said, “I’ve got it! I am resolved to be more flirtatious this year!” Gasp! Yes. I am going to work on being flirtatious. What this actually means, I’m not exactly sure yet and I hope to organize my thoughts and develop what my resolution actually means

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Everyone seemed cheerful as presents were being unwrapped Christmas day. My parents had stayed up late the night before yet they were all smiles. My sister Nicole was running around seeing what everybody got and making up for all the excitement that we were lacking. My other sister Natalie was making sure everyone knew how thankful she was. Jerry Certain and I were taking turns shooting balls

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But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve whether the gods your forefathers served beyond the river, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.~Joshua 24:15

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(chapter o n e)(chapter t w o)(chapter t h r e e) (chapter f o u r)(chapter f i v e)Both of their minds had begun to go a mile a minute. Time slowed down. It seemed like it took forever for the Philistines to notice Jonathan and his armor bearer. Then one of them on the north cliff at last called out, “Hey look! The Hebrews are crawling out of the holes they were hiding in!” Three other men

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(chapter o n e)(chapter t w o)(chapter t h r e e)(chapter f o u r) The sun finally rose as the refugees of Beth Horon reluctantly took a closer look at their homes. Gareb and Jonathan walked side by side as they observed the charred buildings. Gareb felt very awkward. This was where he had grown up. Here he had taken his first steps, spoke his first words, memorized the first books of the Torah,

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Your faith in the face of suffering cranks up the volume of God's song.~Max Lucado

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(chapter o n e)(chapter t w o)(chapter t h r e e)The sun started to set and the Philistine raiding group was approaching Beth Horon. About three hundred swordsmen and a few dozen chariots had been constantly on the move for most of the day. In just a couple hours they would reach Beth Horon. Their orders were simple: Cause chaos. They wanted to frighten the Israelites. This could mean

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I know you are dieing to read the rest of D E L I V E R A N C E but I'm afraid this is the intermission. I'm taking the week off and giving you time catch up on reading if you need to do so. Just to let you know, this is where the story really heats up! Chapter F o u r is pretty much all non-stop action. Then Chapter F i v e is the dramatic aftermath of F o u r. Finally, the last and explosive

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I don't want your sacrifices--I want your love.~Hosea 6:6

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(chapter o n e)(chapter t w o)Jonathan’s eyes opened wide. For the first time he was gazing out at the Philistine camp from a high branch in a tall tree.“More then half of these soldiers have arrived within the last two days,” Zabdi, the scout, explained. “I tried to count them but I gave up three days ago. There are way too many to count. They have to be close to the hundreds of thousands now. I

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Sometimes I feel disapointedWith the way I spend my timeHow can I furthur your kingdomWhen I'm so wrapped up in mine?~mercyme

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(click for Chapter O N E)Saul cupped his hands and dipped them into the flowing brook. Then bringing his hands up to his lips, the king took long, deep swallows of the cool water. After a couple more servings of water, Saul stood up and paused for the first time that day. The sky was cloudless and the breeze was cool. The light breeze ruffled the trees and created waves in the tall grass and

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Blood was about to be spilt. The two armies could now see each other. Excited and intimidating cries came from both sides. The armies flashed their weapons in the bright sunlight. Then the commanders yelled the orders and the charge began. In little time the armies would meet.Gareb didn’t doubt that he would survive this one. Both sides were almost identical in numbers and skill but he was

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But the people refused to listen to Samuel. "No!" they said. "We want a king over us. Then we will be like all the other nations, with a king to lead us and to go out before us and fight our battles."When Samuel heard all that the people said, he repeated it before the Lord. The Lord answered, "Listen to them and give them a king."~(Samuel 8:19-22)

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Yeeeeeee-hah! …So I’ve got another couple questions. I’ve got a little bit of an opinion on both of these questions but I need help from you guys to develop it! They are inspired by the song “One Trick Pony” by Mercy Me. (If you can’t hear it then it usually helps to push the PLAY button. Then if it still doesn’t work then too bad for you.)The world has finally accepted the Christian notion that

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I don't need reminding To look after myselfSo maybe when you wave good byYou could think of something elseI don't need remindingWho is number oneOn my list of prioritiesAll is said and doneYeah, well, I've never grown From the terrible two'sDon't you know? I just learned to hide it From all of you~pc3

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THIS IS IT……THIS IS THE ANNOUNCEMENT YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR……COMING SOON TO NEW FOCUS……THE MOST ANTICIPATED EPIC OF THIS CENTURY……NEW YORK TIMES WOULD GIVE IT THREE THUMBS UP IF THEY KNEW ABOUT IT……(OF COURSE, THEY WILL KNOW ABOUT IT IN DUE TIME)……BASED ON A TRUE STORY……GET READY TO ASK YOURSELF……“HOW BIG IS MY GOD?”…CRAZY LOQUITO BLOGGERS INC. PROUDLY PRESENTS:THE HAND OFD E L I V E R A N C

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Because you love is better than life, my lips will glorify you.~ Psalm 63:3

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Sanctus Real’s previous album “Fight the Tide” is to me an example of what I think shows the true reason why electric guitars were created. If pure noise is ever a beautiful thing (which I believe it can be) “Fight the Tide” captures that beauty. A while ago Banke$ wrote something about orchestra instruments being what makes a rock song good--which I agree. But Sanctus Real does so well with

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time after time they do it againthey twist the storyand too often winlittle by little the truth is hiddendisguised by relativityand half-truths withintime after time a soul is decievedled by appealand pleasure recievedlittle by little our cause is splitagendas aboundand values conflicttime after time judgment gets anxiousmercy gets wearyand grace gets nauseouslittle by little the world leaves

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So… long time no post, eh? I know, but I have been diligently working hard to keep up with my hardcore classes. However, in the mean time I’ve been getting lots of inspiration and ideas. I have to write a lot for some of my classes such as Philosophy of Religion and Social Problems. A lot of the ideas that I have to write about in those classes are definitely worth posting. I’ve also been

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"To whom then will you liken Me that I should be his equal?" says the Holy One.~ Isaiah 40: 25

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All I can say is, "Wow!" This is a little late, but I'd like to write about my extremely crazy, last day of work. I figured this blog could use a little humor...For those of you who don't know, this summer I worked at Windsor dorms at Purdue all summer painting, cleaning, moving furniture, multching, scrubbing floors, and more! It was a gloomy, cloudy day and I was kind of hoping my last day

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They say just follow your heartYeah, but what if it lies?~pc3

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Dude, your killing yourself. In a way you are right when you think that you are alone in a world full of people that don’t understand you but in another way you are right along side them with your beliefs. Will you ever see that it is you who doesn’t understand?Earlier this week…“Music is one of my passions,” he said.“Oh yeah? I love music too,” I replied. “I hope to take a music minor at Purdue.

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Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have recieved from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body.~1st Corinthians 6:19-20)

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I'm the one who said I'm too cool for youYou pushed me back and hoped my heart had broke tooWho convinced us to build up these walls?When did we see we let the bridges fall?Though we've grown up side by sideOur tiny differences has brought out our prideWho would have thought that we would split up some day?When did we turn and start to go our own way?Now I'm coming back...We can't surviveIf

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She is running a hundred miles an hourIn the wrong directionShe is yearning for shelter and affectionThat she never found at homeI found her staring at the rainAnd asking why it has to hurt so badWhere's the limit to the thingsHer hear can take before it breaks in half?Does anybody hear her?Can anybody see?Or does anybody even knowShe's going down todayUnder the shadow of our steepleWith all the

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In the midst of the music universe, I find either find secular music that is designed with the intent to entertain and excite one's own desires or I find fundamental music that is bold and stead fast with the intent to draw one nearer to God by worship. The question today is: Where does Switchfoot fall?Being one of the most popular rock bands in the world, I'm almost positive you already have an

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"My memory is almost gone but I remember two things: I am a great sinner, and Jesus is a great Savior."~John Newton

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There are all kinds of potentially cool movies coming out this summer! I wonder if Pixar can keep up their amazing reputation with creativity in a movie all about Cars! And in the previews, the special effects in Poseidon look really cool! Oh, and I’ll bet that the makers of the hilarious Madagascar have done it again with Over the Hedge! And, of course, my most anticipated movie this summer

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"Now My soul has become troubled; and what shall I say, 'Father, save Me from this hour'? But for this purpose I came to this hour. Father, glorify Thy name." (John 12:27-28)

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I know I said that I'd post one on differences between worldviews, but considering the holliday I decided to post this doozy. And I do mean doozy. It's very long so... read it in sections or whatever.My first day in a Mexican kindergarten was an interesting experience. I arrived home in tears because a chubby, little girl had stuck her tongue out at me. My parents couldn’t help but wonder who’s

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For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness, and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord.~(Ephesians 5:8-10)

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What you see here is the first music review to appear on new focus. I decided to kick it off with someone you guys have probably never heard of before. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Jesus Adrian Romero, a Hispanic music artist of Christian music. For Christmas I got his newest CD, El Aire De Tu Casa. Yep, you guessed it -- it's in Spanish! Several months ago I posted the lyrics to one of his older,

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I want to live like there's no tomorrowI want to dance like no one's aroundI want to sing like nobodey's listeningBefore I lay my body downI want to give like I have plentyI want to love like I'm not afraidI want to be the man I was meant to beI want to be the way I was made~Chris Tomlin

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There are still some rough spots in this song but I decided to post it anyway.You gave me eyesYou gave me feetYou gave me a sense of directionYou helped me crawlYou helped me standYou helped me find my directionAnd so I turn, I turn, I turn to YouStepping toward the wondrous crossYour bridge of love I walk acrossI turn, I turn to YouStepping toward the tree of lifeIn return the world is put

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I have no greater joy than to hear that my children walk in truth.~3 John 4

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Hey, I just wanted to take this time to thank you all for reading my blog. Its been an unexpected blessing for me to hear your comments and read your blogs. I couldn’t ask for cooler friends!I also wanted to let you guys know of some exciting new things I have planned for a new focus. I’ve been working on some rather larg and deep issues that I think I will post such as Differences We Often

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Do yaWannaBe a part of the solution?~pc3

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Alright, I've discovered a way to motivate myself to never again copy music off borrowed CD's. Sure the fact that it is wrong and illegal is good motivation but a little more always helps.I hear that the music industry is getting harder all the time. Why is this? I think it's not because the demand for music is getting less and less but because the demand for quality music is get higher and

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Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be. Remind me that my days are numbered and that my life is fleeting away.~Psalm 39:4

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Its so easy. Just pop the disc in. Click the big red button. Wait as the machine hums and buzzes at you. And then it pops right out ready to be used -- an almost exact copy of the original. Hallelujah!For years we have inflicted unnecessary expenses. As the world watched in horror, dollar after dollar disappeared in an attempt to cure the crave for music. But not today, ladies and gentlemen. Now

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A season of suffering is a small price to pay for a clear view of God.~Max Lucado

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Ah, Sunday! What a great way to end a hectic week full of exams and projects! What a great way to spark another busy week for the glory of Christ! Sunday is the day I get to see all of my favorite people all in one place. Then we sing the greatest songs ever written. Then we study the greatest book ever written. Then we leave, determined to live the greatest life ever lived. Not to mention the

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As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.~Psalms 103:12

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This song was written for those of us who need to give the key of our locked closets to God. Life is horrible with seceret sin continually bugging us (unfortunately, I learned this the hard way). I also know that it takes a ton of gut to open up to God and say, "I've sinned against You and I want You to do all that it takes to get me back on the right track."In the dark closet of my mindWere I

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Can't keep You to myselfMy heart is just to smallThere's so many left to tellThat You came for one and all~mercy me

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Sylvester has quite the story to tell. I got to meet him while I was in Mexico for Christmas break. And man does he have a tale to tell!You know how there is all this fuss about illegal Mexicans sneaking across the border? Well this guy has done it and it ended up being his worst nightmare. Sylvester has a wife and two young kids and they had been going to my parents' church before he left for

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Christmas time again has comeTime for peace and joyful menSo why is your sky so dark and gray?Why has the pain returned again?Christmas time again has comeTime for peace and joyful menWhen a family's broke, what can be done?When reunions mean tears, what about then?Look with me into the mangerThen tell me what this life's aboutTake with you what will last foreverTake God's love and never

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I know exactly what you are thinking: “Oh man! Does he know what he’s getting himself into?!” Actually, I do… I think I do. Take a look around you. What do you see? Complete and perfect happiness? No. Sickness, disease, natural disasters, terrorists, torture, abuse, murder. This is not the picture of God’s masterpiece… right?This is where you put your thinking caps on. It’ll be

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For a couple years this has been one of my favorite songs in the world! I never get tiered of hearing it.Why would I spend my life longingFor the day that it would end?Why would I spend my time pointingTo another man?Isn't that crazy?How can find hope in dieingWith promises unseen?How can I learn your way is betterThen everything I'm taught to be?Isn't that crazy?I have not been calledTo the

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So I was in my health and fitness class today totally focused on learning all about proprioceptive neuromuscular facilitation when it hit me that I really need to post what is on my mind--and its not PNF. It's sort of a reaction to what I've been learning at Ivy Tech and in Dr. Bob Martin's class.First I must ask this question: Are you being educated or indoctrinated? You might say, "What in

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Ladies and gentleguys, just to let you know, I have TONS of ideas for future posts but right now I would like to occupy your time with a question. What would you say if I made the discovery that any kind of makeup is sin? Why does anybody where makeup? Mostly to hide blemishes and enhance good features, right? Let’s try to see this through God’s eyes. God gently whispers and out of nothing

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Change can be a healthy thing for the human soul. I’ve gone through many pretty dramatic changes through out my life of which I am so thankful for. It’s been such a blessing going back and forth between countries and living in several locations. But I think the biggest change for me has just recently happened: college. I call it the “Bubble Buster”.For most of my childhood I was in a bubble that

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This song is an attempt to imagine what it must be like for those who survived the huricane Katrina.In response to nature’s forecast the little girl began to packHer mom said to take what she treasured most and put it in a sackNow she stood in twisted rubble with the breeze in her hairGazing at where her room once was where she forgot her teddy bearTears streamed down her face as she recalled her

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For me, today school has officially began again and summer is now over. (sniff)As I looked back on my busy summer I found an interesting isue that I thought was worth blogging. To better understand my thinking you need to hear about my personal summer.This summer, I got my first job (imagine that! at the age of 18). My awesome friend, Nathan Eikenberry, got me a job where he works painting and

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I struggle to lift my headI just want to go back to bedBut the sun faithfully shines againWish these worries I could leave behindWish that trials I would never findBut the sun faithfully shines againCould it be that this is more than just another day?We've been given this day to show what we're made ofAnother chance to truely live our livesWe've been given this day to show what we're made

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Our life is passing right before our eyesA phase is over and time continues to flyThere is no doubtThat time's running outWill we choose our destinationBefore we meet our termination?Yeah, the world is big and we are freeFuture full of opportunitiesBut we are small and our lives are shortWith only one chance to get it rightWhat will I be, where will I go and what will I do?You ask yourself

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Sometimes it seems like life should be all about comfort. In our day and age it’s too easy to get so caught up with the conveniences of our world such as fast food, riding lawn mowers, air conditioning, and dish-washers. (That’s why so many Americans have to get buff by lifting weights—because they don’t wash enough dishes by hand) What I’ve learned is that we can also get comfortable with our

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Gasping for air you placed yourself on those beamsYour blood flowing down in thick streamsHatred in their eyes, the Romans seized their rusty toolsBraking through your skin, creating red poolsAnd as you were abusedThe sky grew darkAnd all were confusedWhen they heard your remark"Abba, oh AbbaPlease forgive their iniquitiesPlace their sins on my shouldersAs you turn you gaze from me"Twenty

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When the monsterous clouds come rolling inWhen the feirce storm suddenly beginsAre you there?When the floods rise up so highWhen they wash the twinkle from our eyeAre you there?When I can't find shelterWhen the rain gets rougherWhen the forceful waves make such a wreckWhen the icy water's up to my neckWisper in my earRemind me you are nearHold my hand guide the wayDon't let me fall astrayPlace my

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Let me warn you that this is not going to be very positive until the end. But I can’t help but share what’s burdening my heart tonight:“But mark this: There will be terrible times in the last days. People will be lovers of themselves, lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy, without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, brutal,

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I didn't write this song. This is one some Spanish people wrote and I heard it in Mexico and I cried the first few times I heard it. It's originally in Spanish so I will try to transilate to the best of my ability under the original.En tu gran amor, tomaste mi lugarLlevando sobre ti, mi culpabilidadNo lo puedo imaginarComo fuiste a soportarEl dolor de tus heridasPues me amaste sin medidacoro:

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Here's another song. This one is kind of dark and it took me a long time to get my thoughts down on paper.Check off the scheduleRead the BibleGive thanks for the mealBid His hand to heal us but...We say we're savedWe might mention His nameCause our life we gaveBut we have forgotten that...Christ came to earthTo save a race without worthPicked up our crossEven as the ultimate costTo brake us from

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This is the first "deep" song that I've writen. I was inspired to write it after noticing how diffent we are when we invite God into our every-day-lives. I have about five others right now but I don't have much time right now. Here it is:With a brian-washed faith we jump into the seaWe think we'll swim our way to heaven and salvation we'll acheiveWhy does everyone keep drowningThis concept I

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"What is God?" A simple question, but a simple answer? Being unseen and unknown, it is very hard to understand what God is. In fact, God is the hardest thing to understand in the world because we can't understand Him. If you think you can understand God enough to explain Him, you actually understand God the least. Get ready hear somethings you aren't used to hearing!As ironic as it may sound, the

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Soaring invisibly through the air and finding our ears, it sends sweet sounds to our minds. We all listen to it and we like certain kinds of it. It sends innumerable emotions and it brings all kinds of images with it. And with much creativity and skill, music makes its way to our heart and touches us in ways that no other thing can. As Americans we listen to a lot of music. We play it in our cars

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Think about your favorite food, movie, music, place, person, video game, book, website, etc... Now think about why this is your favorite. More than likely it's because "I like it better than the rest" or "I have the most fun with that one" or "It fits me the best."In other words: It's all about me!!! I was reading several blogs this evening and I was surprised to see that so many people say this!

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