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Complete
So I lift my eyes to You, Lord
In Your strength will I break through, Lord
Touch me now, let Your love fall down on me
I know Your love dispels all my fears
Through the storm I will walk on, Lord
And by faith I will walk on, Lord
Then I'll see, beyond my calvary one day
And I will be complete in You.
Parachute Band
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
hm. what an afterthought.
lost in c div hockey, through penalty flicks to RI. that's two sports that we lost, same division, same opponent.
but that's okay. come on guys. ruggers i've known some of you. hockey..yeah some people too. st andrew's couldn't have a better team than you guys.
imagine a well. and you are the owner of it. all your life you depend on the water to sustain you. then, people come along, and out of your kind spirit you give them water, for they are dying of thirst.
everyday you give, give give give until you realise you don't have enough left for yourself. you stand there, dehydrating, and there isnt any water source/ food/ etc. in sight. and then, you just lay there. rotting. decomposing. merging into the walls of the well. part of it. noone notices.
now imagine a person. walking. then everyday, a bag of crap is loaded on him. and everyday, the road gets a little tougher, a little harder to walk. until the point of him collapsing. under all the burdens. all the wrongs. sin.
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