Monday, April 18, 2016

limping right on with nothin' but the whole wide world to gain

God wants us busy, never giving up
He wants nothing but the whole wide world for us

faith is believing what you see ain't so
but my sweetheart we've got to learn
to live with these ghosts they can't leave, we can't go

now we'd sell this valley if we could go north where the sun sets
drippin buckets of gold

walk with me Lord, walk with me
hold my hand Lord, walk with me
while i'm on this tedious journey
i want Jesus to walk with me

wash my eyes, renew my mind, steady my heart.
lord have mercy, christ have mercy.

Monday, April 11, 2016

... the one landscape that we, the inconstant ones,
Are consistently homesick for... 
The blessed will not care what angle they are regarded from,
Having nothing to hide. Dear, I know nothing of
Either, but when I try to imagine a faultless love
Or the life to come, what I hear is the murmur
Of underground streams...

// WH Auden

Dreamland is making me ill. bring me to Real, the land of the living. mercy