From tender years you took me for granted
(But still I deign to wander through your lungs)
While You were sleeping solemnly in your bed
(You're drapes were silver wings your shutter's flung)
I Drew the poison from the summer sting
(And eased the fire out of your fevered skin)
I Moved in you and stirred your soul to sing
(And if you let me I won't move again)
I've danced with sun lit stands of lovers hair
(And Formed the final words before you death)
I pitied you and piled your sails with air
(A blessing when you rose upon my breath)
And after all of this, I am amazed
That I am cursed far more than I am praised
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Repenting Of Religion
"... If we take seriously the biblical teaching that the love command is the greatest command, that we must put it above all other considerations, that we must clothe ourselves with and even live in love, then there can be no thought of balancing love with any other concern. Nothing can qualify a command that is "above all" other commands. If the command is to love everyone as Christ loves us, there is simply no situation in which the command does not apply."
- Greg Boyd
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
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