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
Speaking of dinner time prayers - - - I watched a show on ESPN last night about Russell Wilson, the UW QB, and there was a scene where his brother came to visit him in Madison and after they prepared theier neal, they sat down together at the table and bowed their heads and prayed together - - - rightt while they were on camera.
ReplyDeleteI love that tnew QB for all kinds of reasons, not least of which is he lets his light shine before emen!!!