Come pick me up.
When you’re walking downtown, do you wish I was there? Do you wish it was me? With the windows clear, and the mannequins’ eyes - do they all look like mine? You know you could, I wish you would come pick me up, take me out, fuck me up, steal my records. Screw all my friends behind my back with a smile on your face, and then do it again. I wish you would.
This is our God.
Freely you gave it all for us, surrendered your life upon that cross. Great is the love poured out for us. This is our God.
“That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you, and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.” —Sarah Dessen
“Faith sees the invisible, believes the unbelievable, and receives the impossible.” —Corrie Ten Boom
May the bridges I burn light the way.
Do you think that anybody can damage your soul? Then why are you so embarrassed? I laugh at those who think they can damage me. They do not know who I am, they do not know what I think, and they cannot even touch the things which are really mine and with which I live. - Epictetus
Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.– Bob Marley