If This Is Not A Place. . .
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
The irony is that we are way south of Hayward and could host the Winter Olympics this year. We have lots of snow to give away.
ReplyDeleteMaybe they should hold them in Washington DC - - - they could do all kinds of extreme snow sports right off the dome of the capitol!!!!! Hehehehehehe
ReplyDeleteBTW, we are having a Bibleympics at our school week after next - - - set up just like the Olympics with classes competing with each other for medals - - - and ALL the events are Bible based. I'll let you know how it goes - - -