Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
funny
God works in mysterious ways.
In any case, church camp allowed for the moment to change my life. There's new light, new hope. I just pray it's not an illusion.
Everything's feeling different, in a good way. Be Thou my vision indeed.
2 comments:
HEY ROOMATE! hold on to that hope yes? god is always good! and ya, let's all zheng qi! =))
<3 cherie
Shepherd of my soul, I give You full control
Wherever You may lead I will follow
I have made the choice to listen for Your voice
Wherever You may lead I will go
Be it in a quiet pasture or by a gentle stream
The Shepherd of my soul is by my side
Should I face a mighty mountain or a valley dark and deep
The Shepherd of my soul will be my guide
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