My soul wears thin
With the each note thats written.
oh Lord give me rest
a place to rest my head
These pains from within
Steals each breath you lend
oh Lord give me rest
a place to rest my head
I yell it is well
From within my shell
oh Lord give me rest
a place to rest my head
Why the Lord up above
Who was gifted to us by love
He cried out for rest
But had no place to rest his head
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Growth in God
Basically charting my growth in God
"BUT ALL the optimism of the age had been false and disheartening for this reason, that it had always been trying to prove that we fit in to the world. The Christian optimism is based on the fact that we do NOT fit in to the world." - G.K. Chesterton