i guess we're counting all things loss
repetition for emphatic purposes
shake the head with wonder three times over
over over over
at the overwhelmingness of your glory. of your being which borrows breath
breath is taken away in the thumps and twangs of a banjo solo. right on as he sang
"Glory. Hallelujah! when i layyyyy... my burdens downnnnn"
praise Yahweh. because of the cochlear creation. an ability to decipher mere nuances in the waves surrounding me.
oh, if i could just master over these waves and make them pleasing to Your ears
but You simply ask for a noise.
a chara noise
oh to be a breadwise lyricist
oh to have my mouth filled with correct praise. to praise you as you are.
yet you
so knowable
so unknowable
the bits and pieces of my broken being are a mini orchestra splattered about
but their composer has tapped for attention
and leads them in His opus.
He cries. it was what they were created to play.
buy the soundtrack sometime
it will, when played backwards, sound like that verse you read at hockey games
taht dlrow eht devol os doG roF
noS nettogeb ylno siH evag eH
ni hteveileb reveosohw taht
tub hsirep ton dluohs miH
efil lanrete evah
interesting how the masterful Composer creates pieces that are deeper than they appear.
they gave Him a grammy. best seller by far.
judges appreciate the piece without realizing it's depths
if they only knew that played at an endless number of speeds
it would speak to a man's depths and soul and alter it a bit
powerful powerful stuff
all praise to the great Composer.
my little lips sing to you. to you. to you.
hello goodbye and thank you Sir.
shake the head with wonder three times over
over over over
at the overwhelmingness of your glory. of your being which borrows breath
breath is taken away in the thumps and twangs of a banjo solo. right on as he sang
"Glory. Hallelujah! when i layyyyy... my burdens downnnnn"
praise Yahweh. because of the cochlear creation. an ability to decipher mere nuances in the waves surrounding me.
oh, if i could just master over these waves and make them pleasing to Your ears
but You simply ask for a noise.
a chara noise
oh to be a breadwise lyricist
oh to have my mouth filled with correct praise. to praise you as you are.
yet you
so knowable
so unknowable
the bits and pieces of my broken being are a mini orchestra splattered about
but their composer has tapped for attention
and leads them in His opus.
He cries. it was what they were created to play.
buy the soundtrack sometime
it will, when played backwards, sound like that verse you read at hockey games
taht dlrow eht devol os doG roF
noS nettogeb ylno siH evag eH
ni hteveileb reveosohw taht
tub hsirep ton dluohs miH
efil lanrete evah
interesting how the masterful Composer creates pieces that are deeper than they appear.
they gave Him a grammy. best seller by far.
judges appreciate the piece without realizing it's depths
if they only knew that played at an endless number of speeds
it would speak to a man's depths and soul and alter it a bit
powerful powerful stuff
all praise to the great Composer.
my little lips sing to you. to you. to you.
hello goodbye and thank you Sir.
posted by bethanneclements at 1:31 AM
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Yes... Praise God for the Cochlear creation. It's interesting that you posted that yesterday Beth cuz I was thinking the same thing saturday when I was listening to that new cd I bought. Picture #9 is my spontaneous picture of the moon and I think it's pretty hot as well. Btw what is the name of that Christian band you said had that new cd comin' out? Oh and btw I think your writing in this post is mad creative.
Grace and Peace Sister
"oh, if i could just master these waves and make them pleasing to Your ears"
Psalm 92:2-5
Psalm 33:2
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