[just-passion] RUN a w a y ...towards the only One

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Who am I? That the Lord of all the earth, Would care to know my name, Would care to feel my hurt.
Who am I? That the bright and morning star, Would choose to light the way, For my ever wandering heart.
I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow, A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when I'm calling, Lord, you catch me when I'm falling, And you've told me who I am. I am yours. I am yours.

by Casting Crowns

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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Wandering mind of a bored, urban girl

Sitting in a room with no airy windows.
The air-con's blowing loud and cold.
People's voices ring through the crib.
Allowing minds to drift.

Newsroom practices, theories with relativity.
Conservative or Liberal politics?
Freedom, Freedom, oh where are you?
Shoots...
How boring...

Chaos would be nice.
Scratch the government, scratch stupid theories and ideologies.
Scratch communication and the dumb-set internet.
Scratch journalists and raging wars.
Live the life of "do-as-you-please."
.
Impossible.

Back to rooms with smells of dirty marker pens.
Back to congested classes and small tables.
Back to waking up at seven for eight o'clock lessons.
Back to living life, "just-as-it-is."

~1:02 am