Stand with arms wide and heart abandoned

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO 3 PEOPLE. ALEXI, SHERWYN and GERLAINE.
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its starting to feel like there is just so much to do.
i recently started a to do list note book, and on it, i scribble all the things i have to do.
and when i start thinking about it, its ALOT.

its quite intimidating actually.

there is central camp programming

there is central cell stuff, lots to do, but thank God ive shawn and a bunch of capable potentials shirleen, heather, sherwyn and isabel to help me out. even then, there is still so much. God knows what will happen to me if i din have them (:

there is worship ministry. jammings, trainings, area gatherings (when i play)

there is school work

there is school work

there is school work

there is sailing training

there is family obligation

there is MUSICFEST. auditions tmr, friday 23feb. we're playing rebel yell by billy idol

then of course, i still have friends whom i would like to spend MORE time with.

it would be so stupid if i do all these things and succeed but not have true friends because i have not spent time building the relationship.

i think im drowning
asphyxiated

bury it
i wont let you bury it
i wont let you smother it
i wont let you murder it

how did it come to this?

time is running out-muse

work is of God. busy-ness is of the devil.

drowning. asphyxiated. suffocating. struggling. emphysematous. enshrouded.

"it" is me.

"it" is everything about me.

"it" is who i am.

"it" is my passion

"it" is faith

"it" is love

"it" is desire

"it" is energy

"it" is power

let me not be caught up in the things of this world

let me breathe

take my hand and save me

pull me out of this raging sea

let me walk on water

let me be higher than this mess

call me if it is you

walking on top my mess

"come" you say everyday

come and i'll give you rest

but how do i come

when im still trapped in this strapped vest

i'm no magician

i can't take it off myself

you know that best

for you made me out of dust

undo this vest oh Lord.

raise me from the dead

make my blind eyes see

let my deaf ears hear

turn my water to wine

let mana fall from heaven

im gonna need every miracle that you've ever shown

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