Thursday, April 24, 2008
Favorite Song of the Moment
I've really started to like this band, I heard one of their songs a few years ago and bought it from iTunes, then kinda forgot about them until recently when I picked up their album Letters to the President which had this song "From Underneath" on it.
This song is about the singer's father leaving when he was a child and him needing to forgive his father.
Hawk Nelson
"From Underneath"
From Underneath I wanted you
To see the first thing I ever poured my heart into
You'll never know the pain that I've been through
I'm not so sure you'll ever know
And so I'll make you understand the words that built my life
Were not from you, but from my father's hand
Do you remember that cold day in December
Leaving everything you knew behind
I may never know how it feels to stand beside you
Or take your hand when I need some direction
And I may never know what it's like to see you smile back at me
Or know you'd be proud of me
From underneath I promise to erase the past
And let my heart forgive the former you
Replace the dark of old and start brand new
I never thought I'd see the day
I walk toward the end of life and turn the other way
I'm reaching out to take my Father's hand
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Spurgeon
MORNING:
"And there followed him a great company of people, and of women, which also bewailed and lamented him."
-- Luke 23:27
Amid the rabble rout which hounded the Redeemer to his doom, there were some gracious souls whose bitter anguish sought vent in wailing and lamentations-fit music to accompany that march of woe. When my soul can, in imagination, see the Saviour bearing his cross to Calvary, she joins the godly women and weeps with them; for, indeed, there is true cause for grief-cause lying deeper than those mourning women thought.
They bewailed innocence maltreated, goodness persecuted, love bleeding, meekness about to die; but my heart has a deeper and more bitter cause to mourn. My sins were the scourges which lacerated those blessed shoulders, and crowned with thorn those bleeding brows: my sins cried "Crucify him! crucify him!" and laid the cross upon his gracious shoulders. His being led forth to die is sorrow enough for one eternity: but my having been his murderer, is more, infinitely more, grief than one poor fountain of tears can express.
"Love and grief my heart dividing,
With my tears his feet I'll lave-
Constant still in heart abiding,
Weep for him who died to save."
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Haiku for 2008
Writing good haikus
Is superbly hard to do
Refrigerator
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Pancakes and Syrup....the silent killers
However, it still continued to happen. A few nights ago I made pancakes for dinner and my heart raced all night. It was so bad it was keeping me awake, I barely slept.
So now I am on a new diet, no white. No more refined sugar, no more empty carbs, no more good food basically.
My rice and pasta are now brown, my soup is low sodium, and I drink decaff coffee.
Wheeeeee....