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
Hey, did you know. Yes, you probably do, but I was reading Ps. 121 that the Lord shades my right side. That's the side without the shield or the side not carrying the shield. So basically, He's covering the "blind-side"! How cool is that?
ReplyDeleteWow -- that's awesome Nellie Dee! I had never thought of that. Beautiful!
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