waiting...waiting...does all stop from here?all the excitement?all the pressure?all the fun?i know it doesn'talthough it feels like i've overcome something
the 31 days are almost upi've done so well.never on my own.
though the song in my head keeps repeatingwhen your mind is a messso is mine i can't sleepcuz it hurts when i thinkmy thoughts aren't at peace with the plans that we makechances we takethey're not yours
they're not minethere's waves that can breakall the words that we saidand the words that we meanwords can fall shortcan't see the unseencuz the world is awake
and i know that if i knew
all of the answers i would
not hold them from you
know all the things that i know
we told each other
there is no other way
well too much silence can be misleading
you're drifting i can hear it in the way that your breathing
we don't really need to find reason
cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving
leaving like a day that's done and part of a season
resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
but at least we can sleep
its all that we need
when we wake we will find
our minds will be free to go to sleep__________________________________________
'test me in this and see if i will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it.' malachi 3:10my dear child, i still have floodgates in heaven, and they are still in service. the locks open as easily as before, and the hinges have not grown rusty. in fact, i would rather throw them open to pour out the blessings than hold them back - if you will only let me.i have asked for a cupful, while he owns the entire oceani have asked for one simple ray of light, while he holds the sun