I pray, oh Lord, for gentle hands,
that my touch may be a second chance,
to encourage others to look towards You,
so that You can make them holy too.
I pray, oh Lord, for gentle words,
and never, my lips, speak unholy curse.
Maintain my mind, and soften my heart,
make me genuine and caring at the start.
Oh Lord, calm my spirit too,
so I may show the whole world You.
I pray for the will to follow you.
I find it a hard passion to pursue.
To resist the evil things I want to do,
so that I can spend eternity with you.
Though it is by grace I am saved,
I want Your WILL before the grave.
So fill my heart with your desires,
and lift my spirit forever higher,
so I may become what you need:
a disciplined soldier, all for thee.
I was listening to Demon Hunter today for the first time in a long time, and I said a prayer to God. Inside I felt his presence, which is great, but also a tad detrimental.
Life is full of highs and lows, and unfortunately to live life by feelings is erroneous. It may feel that God is nowhere, when really you are nowhere.
I find my purpose with every high. It has never changed, but my focus does. And when it does things get rocky. Life gets crappy. And I become so inconsolably unhappy.
I believe what we like has purpose in our lives (within reason).
I believe chasing money will only lead to a deeper loneliness.
I believe everything is permissible, but not always beneficial.
I believe in God’s grace, served by Jesus Christ.
I believe life is a test to become a faucet of pouring love on the people around us (I need a lot of work). I believe that without focus, we cannot fulfill our duty, purpose, or ultimately be happy.
This is me today. I hope it is me tomorrow, but perhaps a better me instead.
I’m the one that tells you not to let go.
You never know when you’ll need that thing that blocks your flow.
You can’t imagine what life would be like if you didn’t have that.
And if you lose it, your life would be over, do you have to ask?
I’m the one that keeps your grip strong.
Your fingers wrap around what, to you, belongs.
Your mind wraps around and squeezes like a catchy song,
and your heart can’t let go, so it can’t be wrong.
Just gather up your stuff, you can take it with you.
I’m the one that keeps your fists tight, that’s your one clue!
Who am I?
I’m the one that tells you what you want to hear.
Like my boy BLUE, rationalism makes it all too clear.
Green was right when he told about the loss of life.
Never love and you can avoid the pain of that lovely knife.
The twins are rough, but the what they said is the deepest truth:
Your past you, and you can never escape the living prove.
Reality it’s about taking things into perspective.
If you enjoy it, just do it should be your final elective.
You are you, and you should do whatever you love.
I am the one who calms your mind with comforts from above.
Who am I?
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