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just a little something God told me to share.

Don Moen & Claire Cloninger
be it unto me



be it unto me
according to your word
according to your promises
i can stand secure
carve upon my heart
the truth that sets me free
according to you word, o Lord,
be it unto me.

you promised your blood will deliver
Lord, we believe it's true
you've promised us joy like a river,
Lord, we recieve it from you
these things you have spoken and
you're bringing to pass
this world's disappearing
but your word will last
so

be it unto me
according to your word
according to your promises
i can stand secure
carve upon my heart
the truth that sets me free
according to you word, o Lord,
be it unto me.

you promised to carry our sorrows
Lord, we believe it's true
you've promised unending tomorrows
Lord, we recieve them from you
you'll be out provider
in you word it's revealed
by the stripes that you bore, Lord
we have been healed,
so

be it unto me
according to your word
according to your promises
i can stand secure
carve upon my heart
the truth that sets me free
according to you word, o Lord,
be it unto me.

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i really want you to call me NOWNOWNOW!
maybe i'll call you instead.
cheerios.

the moon's so beautiful tonight,
like an illuminating pool of light suspended in the never ending blue skies.
the star, next to you, as pretty as you.
my Father's world, is wonderful ,
far deeper than the ocean,
and even if the sky was parchment and every stalk on earth a quill,
and every man a scribe by trade,
it will be never ending praise,
it can never be told.

i love You, Jesus.

i suddenly feel very happy,
i don't know why but i just feel like shouting, laughing, playing in the rain.
nothing has happened,
i just feel happy.
i like this feeling, i want to keep it.
let's go see the world,
i want to laugh until every crack in this falling world is filled with my joy,
i want to contain it all in a heart-shaped box of memories and mail it to you.
you make me so happy,
so so happy.

:D

'Cause it's not my time I'm not going
There's a fear in me it's not showing
This could be the end of me
And everything I know
but I won't go




i wish.

do you like my song?
when the moon ours hard and cold on the veldt
i sing, i am the servant of darkness
over the stone walls and the mud and the ruined places
over the owls, the moonlight falls.

i am waiting,
for the fool to slide
for the heart to sieze,
for the leaping sinews to go slack,
for the fight to death to be fought to death,
for a glazed eye and the rumour of blood.

i am crouching in my dry shadows,
waiting for you to come to me.
and i will wait until you return to me once more,
only to pick you clean,
and leave your bones to the wind.

i am a silent hunter,
and i do this, because all this while,
i have sat here alone,
tense with the flood of visions that arise,
only to sink and die in my heart,
whenever you walked away.




adapted from 'hyena' by edwin morgan
and 'the panther' by rainer mala rilke.