If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Just wanted you to know you are both in our thoughts and prayers. He will be faithful.
ReplyDeleteMark: You and Kathy will be in my prayers and our entire congregation will pray for her speedy recovery this Sunday.
ReplyDeleteIn Christ,
Rich Nedrow
I'm so sorry that she is having such a difficult recovery.
ReplyDeleteDon't know why that signed me in as "Kyle" - - - - I wrote that comment and I'm "Keetha"
ReplyDeleteThe computer gremlin at work again I guess.