When griping grief the heart doth wound,
and doleful dumps the mind opresses,
then music, with her silver sound,
with speedy help doth lend redress.
-William Shakespeare
Monday, January 14, 2008
Away from home
Fly the ocean in a silver plane See the jungle when it's wet with rain Just remember til' you're home again You belong to Me
I wonder why I fall in love with such mellow songs. One wish to hide away from it all.
I wish to say that You belong to me
signing off at 8:00 PM
Friday, January 11, 2008
Hungry
I realized how hungry I've been. How I've tried filling myself with things that do not add up and satisfy. I realized I miss the true Bread of Life. I realized I have a insatiable hunger and desire for Christ and His Word...