I think its because I've been really convicted about the amount of empty words I spew fourth every day,
But I tell you that every careless word that people speak, they shall give an accounting for it in the day of judgment. (Matthew 12:36)Thus, I'm trying (but need to be trying harder) to, "be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger"(James 1:19)
But I feel like He's showing me more and more and more everyday. Its pretty incredible actually. He's mainly showng me how much I need Him. Like... how much I need Him. I'm seeing as well how much He wants us to live in the present, I have a few little short term plans... I'm subbing right now but when summer comes I will most likely be looking for a more permanent job... but I just really have no clue what I'll actually be doing... and I'm kind of having a hard time with that. But I really think He wants us to be that dependant...
Ah growing :)
Anyway, to the title of this here blog, I've found another favorite artist, the writer of the famous How He Loves John Mark McMillan. I've discovered this amazing site called Grooveshark which is like Pandora but way better because you can choose the songs specifically and arrange them in anyway you want to! Pretty amazing hu? Anyway, so I've been listening to his latest "The Medicine" on this lovely website because it hasnt been released yet.... but I can listen to it on there?.... Hmm...
Anyway, here are the lyrics to what is my favorite song right now for sures:
Though the Earth Cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
for the souls on men she craved
Sun and moon from balcony
Turned their head in disbelief
Their precious Love would taste the sting
disfigured and disdained
On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave
So three days in darkness slept
The Morning Sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throes of death
And over turn his rule
Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled a new
On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke holding keys
To Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave
On Friday a thief
On Sunday a King
Laid down in grief
But awoke with keys
Of Hell on that day
The first born of the slain
The Man Jesus Christ
Laid death in his grave
He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all
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