Oregano, thyme, jabanero or something of the like.

Where am I? Where are you?
There's so much time so little to do
We're busy doing nothing cause it's vanity we prize.
You can't see nothing cause you can't see through your eyes.
They're covered with a film, you're blinded by yourself.
You're the one to blame but you pretend it's someone else.

Life could you be a little softer to me.
Life could you be more gentle to me.
Yeah I know this is a selfish plea,
Because Christ sacrificed his flesh
On the cross for me
But this world is hard,
It's cruel and I wish it could be...
Softer to me

I'm still alive. That much is true
I've never lied, well, I guess I've told a few.
There's nothing to see because I brought nothing to show.
The conversation got too deep, I shrug and tell you I don't know.
This life can get so hard, this world can be so cruel,
Sometimes I fall apart I feel just like a useless tool.

Been rummaging through my old CDs and this one brought much joy back into my heart.
However, this song brings back memories and new feelings. And truth.


This one, too.

Am I at the point of no improvement?
What of the death I still dwell in?
I try to excel, but I feel no movement.
Can I be free of this unreleasable sin?

[Chorus:]
Never underestimate my Jesus.
You're telling me that there's no hope.
I'm telling you you're wrong.

Never underestimate my Jesus
When the world around you crumbles
He will be strong, He will be strong

I throw up my hands
"Oh, the impossibilities"
Frustrated and tired
Where do I go from here?
Now I'm searching for the confidence I've lost so willingly
Overcoming these obstacles is overcoming my fear

[Chorus]

I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
I think I can't, I think I can't
But I think you can, I think you can
Gather my insufficiencies and
place them in your hands, place them in your hands, place them in your hands.

Life is so so so much better when you're in tune with Jesus. That is one of the most cliche things to say, but one of the truest. Get over it. It affects everything.

I'm tired of life as is. I want some spice. Something strong to knock me in the face. If I drank, it would be a shot of something strong right now, but in the life-sense of things. Yet...I feel like I say this too much that it loses it's luster.
There are so many expectations that are to be lived up to right now, and I don't feel like doing a'one of them. Partially because they're not real. Thus, a little James 5:12 is running through my veins.
I hope I'm not losing my grip on Jesus due to being cynical. Pretty sure I'm still radically loved [lordy yes], but I feel like the more cynical you are, sometimes the closer you are to reality, and sometimes the closer you are to reality, Jesus seems further and further away. Ah, but therein lies the ticket...he's the ultimate reality, so really you're much closer than you think. But what does this have to do with being cynical?

I don't really know what I'm currently saying. This also happens often. I just know it's not another 25 random facts list for you to read. My apologies.