Friday, December 30, 2011
REAL LOVE REAL REAL LOVE ....DONT SETTLE FOR ANYTHING LESS!
Find a heart that will love you at your worst and arms that will hold you at your weakest !!!
HE WEEPS
He Weeps
So many debates
Beliefs
Comfort
Denominationalism gave way to doctrinal debates
The ultimate Tower of Babylon
His children scatter into sects
The rivalry and division so great – He weeps
He cries out to His people, “I am Love!”
Their Sword of the spirit turned sword of righteousness impale their counterparts, tearing into the heart of God
And He weeps
His anguish unheard as the battles rage
Clanging cymbals drown out the voice of God
“I am Love!”
The fruits of the spirit shrivelled from drought
The Son blocked by the eclipse of their Babylon
The harvest yields little
And He weeps
He weeps for the deceived
As the serpent deceived Eve by his craftiness, their minds are also led astray
And from the Heavens above His voice resounds
“The devotion to Christ is simple and pure”
“I am Love!”
“It is finished”
The tower gives way to His once familiar voice
Alas, oneness in Him
And He weeps
For He is Love
by Rudi Taylor
Beliefs
Comfort
Denominationalism gave way to doctrinal debates
The ultimate Tower of Babylon
His children scatter into sects
The rivalry and division so great – He weeps
He cries out to His people, “I am Love!”
Their Sword of the spirit turned sword of righteousness impale their counterparts, tearing into the heart of God
And He weeps
His anguish unheard as the battles rage
Clanging cymbals drown out the voice of God
“I am Love!”
The fruits of the spirit shrivelled from drought
The Son blocked by the eclipse of their Babylon
The harvest yields little
And He weeps
He weeps for the deceived
As the serpent deceived Eve by his craftiness, their minds are also led astray
And from the Heavens above His voice resounds
“The devotion to Christ is simple and pure”
“I am Love!”
“It is finished”
The tower gives way to His once familiar voice
Alas, oneness in Him
And He weeps
For He is Love
by Rudi Taylor
TRUE FRIEND
When I honestly ask myself which friends in my life mean the most to me, I find that they are those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share my pain and touch my wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with me in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with me in an hour of grief and loss, who can tolerate not knowing, and not try to fix things for me, the one who is just willing to sit with me in my powerlessness, that is a true friend.
Mike Myers
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