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
I see on my weather map that you are at -11 degrees this morning. That's frozen nose hair weather.
ReplyDeleteGREAT ARTICLE! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely GREAT ARTICLE! But...
ReplyDeletewhen are our churches going to do something instead of just talking about it.
Peer pressure seems to dictate that all churches need to follow the norm.
And if someone actually tries to do something, they are usually banned from the controlling group.