Write Away...

"Siano gradite davanti a te le parole della mia bocca e la meditazione del mio cuore, o Eterno, mia rocca e mio redentore." -Psalm 19:14

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"Perhaps it would be better not to be a writer, but if you must, then write. If it all feels hopeless, if that famous 'inspiration' will not come, write. If you are a genius, you'll make your own rules, but if not - and the odds are against it - go to your desk, no matter what your mood, face the icy challenge of the paper - write." ~ J.B. Priestly

gennaio 07, 2005

Heaven Isn't Far

Jesus, sometimes it feels you're gone...

Child, I'm already holding on,
Never letting go of you,

Make me pure, certain, and true,
Why are you slipping away again?

Child, you just don't feel my hand,
My arms are graciously, widely spread,

Your blood is the wine, your body the bread,
You were the sacrifice that I might live,

So go, child, love mercy, forgive,
Show the world a little more of me,

Take this heart, Jesus, set me free,
When will I be home with you?

Patience, child, I'm coming soon,
Promise me you'll just hold on now,

Help me, Jesus, show me how,
I'm praying, I'm living, I'm dying for you,

Child, if you somehow knew,
You're pleasing your Father seated above,

Shower down grace, redemption, your love,
Teach me just how good you are,

Call on me always, child, heaven isn't far...