May 8, 2012

P EEING AROUND


 well a week end preparing a presentation that could produce another interview, for a position in community and youth work.
Feel positive. but bit poorly,and getting headache because of power point presentation . . which l had to produce.
I LISTENED TO MICHEAL W SMITHS
Once a true believer




Once there was a fire in your soul
You were the epitome of blessed faith
Astir with thirst for holiness and hunger for the word

Now you move in other circles
To the beat of different drums
And I see only glimpses of the one you used to be

The inspiration that you were to me
I miss the way His love would dance within your eyes
I miss the way His heart was the soul of your life

And somewhere in the saddest part of heaven's room
Our Father sheds a tear for you, He's missing you, too

Some are calling you a prodigal
Some aren't calling you at all
But far away someone is calling you back home
Do you hear it anymore out there on your own

I miss the way His love would dance within your eyes
I miss the way His heart was the soul of your life

And somewhere in the saddest part of heaven's room
Our Father sheds a tear for you, He's missing you, too
Once a true believer






I found the image of loss and a loving God`s response moving and again l listened to the song

And somewhere in the saddest part of heaven's room

Our Father sheds a tear for you, He's missing you, too
Once a true believer

Me l am still a true believer there is still a burning in my soul his words actions and spirit
still my main inspiration

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