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
It is MUCH harder for me to get up at 4 AM in the winter than it is to get up in the summer.
ReplyDeleteI am the exact opposite. I get up early in the summer but in the winter, with the warm covers on top of me and the snow outside...a lot harder to get up thats for sure.
ReplyDeleteI find it hard to get up on Sunday mornings, but I always seem to be able to catch a nap during the sermon :)
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