Food

I just realised, at 4:28 am, that in two out of three pictures displayed on my blogger page, I am eating. What a fatty.

This leads me to several conclusions:
- I am hungry
- I wish to have any of the foods or hairstyles in those photos
- I have forgotten my next point
- Why is it now 4:29 am?
- This isn't as profound as I was going for. Oh well, never mind. There's always next time

Theologians and why I am not one

I respect those who write Christian music. Yes, even Hillsong United. Everyone, except for the guy who sung the song at Hillsong Conference last year that pretty much went along the lines of:

"I will never stop loving you
You will never stop loving me
I will never stop
I will never never stop"

I wish I was joking. I'm not sure what saddens me more, him singing so passionately a song with such empty words that are an insult of the love that sent Jesus to the cross, or the thousands of people that filled Acer Arena that night who sung along equally as passionate.

It then followed with a guitar solo. I wonder how much glory God really got in all that...


But, the great songs of our time, and of times before us, and the hymns - I have so much respect for every person who has sat down and said "I want to convey the gospel and God's wonders in song so that they are memorable for all" and then actually done so.

I attempted to. I'm no better than Mister Guitar Solo. I think I'll stick to random prose in future.

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Thank you that your love
Meant Your son crucified on a cross
Thank you that your love
Meant His death was sufficient for us
To be brought home
Where you longed for us to be
Thank you thank you Lord
That you have chosen me

Those nails hammered in, one by one
You turned away from Your only Son
He took Your cup, took your penalty
He drank till it was finished, for me

You Want Strategy?

Stuff it!
Came the cry
We pumped our fists in the air
And cheered for the work that was to be done
For us, by us, in the south west

Fifty odd people
With still some missing
Passionate. Inspired.
Living and breathing Your word.
Waiting to see change
Praying to see revival
For us, by us, in the south west

I want to keep the truth the truth
I want to keep it in my heart
I want to make sure it stays the truth
I want to make sure it's never changed
I want to make sure it's our reason
I want to make sure it's why we fight
I want to see the world come and know you
I want to see it happen with our hands

Stuff you and your resources
Stuff you and your cash
Stuff you and your committed workers
Stuff you and the appeal of your land
Stuff you and your comfortable thousands
Stuff you and your discrimination
Stuff you and your strategy

We'll see training done for us, by us, in the south west
We'll see plants done for us, by us, in the south west
We'll see hearts won by us in the south west
We'll see your light go out, by us in the south west
We'll see your kingdom grow, in the south west
We'll see people know, in the south west
We'll see hope, in the south west
We are the strategy in the south west.

Excuses

I made a new youtube video.

My phone is broken so I am without a camera. This saddens my heart.

My fridge is empty so I am without breakfast.

I'll go shopping later.

Um nothing else to say.

Feels good to be doing my hair again.

I'm not coping

I would never post this on facebook. Why am I posting it here? I want to share it with more than just a dead forum of people who used to write pokemon fanfiction. Yet, I know by posting it here, minimal people will find it, and the people who do find it, well I'm happy for them to read my feeble attempts at writing, and my lovely use of cliche.

I'm sorry. I'm trying really hard but, I'm just not going to cope any time soon, okay?

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Shoe

Stay with me
These lonely roads are haunting to drive along
And in the darkness, in the silence,
There was you
I'm leaping, I'm falling headlong
Into your words, into a memory
I would do anything for this
To last a life time

I'm drowning
I can see the surface but I'd rather sink
Into green backyards, into summer scenes
I'm with you
Running up, running down again
Swing around the old hills hoist
Good bye sweet surface, you have
Nothing to offer me

Tomorrow
You are my most trusted companion
You keep me going, my world there is safe
And comfortable
I'm torn between my two lovers
The yesterday and the yet to come
Now is such an ugly place to be
When compared to you

Blond curls
Bright blue eyes and a reason to grow up
Conquering the world, winning us over
Making me proud
From being born to being here
There's not a moment I would miss
If it were my choice but clearly it's not.
If only it were.

I saved a seat
in church and kept glancing at the door
Fooling myself that you would walk on through
Blush for being late
Stay with me, I begged of you
Please don't leave, but you have too
I would do anything for you
to last a life time here

I Dream

I live in the past and the future, while surviving in the present.

When I was younger, I dreamed of being an author. Publishing books for children telling stories of fairies, wizards and magic lands far away from human knowledge.

When I was younger, I dreamed of writing and illustrating my own ideas. Binding them and selling them for thousands of other young children to enjoy.

When I was younger, I dreamed of the creatures, the characters, the personalities, the situations, the powers, the ways in which these plots and descriptions would weave their way out of my mind and into the pages before me.

When I was younger, I dreamed of nothing more than being an author.

Then I grew.

When I grew a little more, I dreamed of being a radio star. I wanted to be rewarded for doing something that I was good at. I had talking down pat.

When I grew a little more, I dreamed of presenting, announcing and playing music across the airwaves. Listening to my favourite artists, and then sharing them with the world.

Then I grew.

When I grew older, I dreamed of being a presenter. Children's television seemed like such a fun environment to be involved in.

When I grew older, I dreamed of relaxing in a studio, announcing cartoons, interviewing personalities and sharing fanmail and drawings with thousands of little people, while they eat breakfast and get ready for school.

Then I met Jesus.

When I became a Christian, I dreamed of knowing God, understanding him completely, being in his presence, sharing his wonderful gift with all those around me.

When I became a Christian, I dreamed of nothing more than making sure those around me weren't going to hell. To save the souls they didn't realize they lost, oh what a joy.

When I became a Christian, I decided that I wanted to do God's work forever. Even if that meant my childhood dreams would remain just that, dreams.

I'm growing older still.