Oh, the cries.

No one would love me if they knew all the things I hide. My words fall to the floor as tears drip through the telephone line. And the hands I’ve seen raised to the sky not waving but drowning all this time. I'll try to build an ark that they need to float to you upon the crystal sea.

Give me your hand to hold cause I can't stand to love alone and love alone is not enough to hold us up we've got to touch your robe so swing your robe down low. The prince of despair's been beaten but the loser still fights. Death's on a long leash stealing my friends to the night...

And everyone cries for the innocent... You say to love the guilty too
And I'm surrounded by suffering and sickness so I'm working tearing back the roof

And the pain of the world is a burden and it's my cross to bear and I stumble under all the weight. I know you're Simon standing there...and I know you're standing there.

Caedmon's Call

Contemplative.

"It is not enough for the priests and ministers of the future (now) to be moral people, well-trained, eager to help their fellow humans, and able to respond creatively to the burning issues of their time. all of that is very valuable and important, but it is not the heart of Christian leadership. The central question is, Are the leaders of the future truly men and women of God, people with an ardent desire to dwell in God’s presence, to listen to God’s voice, to look at God’s beauty, to touch God’s incarnate Word, and to taste fully God’s infinite goodness?" -Henri Nouwen In the Name of Jesus

Sigh.

Never let your boyfriend accidentally hit your hands while typing.
I need to post things that are relevant to my thought interests. But this is no strenuous to my current thought process, so I will conclude here. And go home and not get enough sleep, just like the rest of this week.

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Well, I feel need to feef