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
How does he go to the bathroom!?!
ReplyDeleteThat's a good story. A bit of out of the box thinking to promote the church. I bet he gets lots of hits to twitter, facebook and his website too!
ReplyDeleteBelieve me, the whole world is watching each and everyone of us whether we live in a glass house or not. In today's world it is impossible to hide much from anyone. But we could never hide our deeds from God.
ReplyDeleteWe all need to live as though it were in a glass house.