Tough times right now. Mentally, spiritually, and -currently the most pressing- financially. The Husband is shouldering all of the blame for our near-bankruptcy and pursuing creditors post-job. His burden is heavy, and I contributed to it but am useless in helping to lighten his load. I am of no comfort to him. I pray God will comfort him, show him love and mercy, and give the total situation some hope ... so The Husband doesn't lose his.
I'm having extreeeeeme technical difficulty getting Fetch to upload my m4a music files, so there's no audio for the time being. Please stand by.
I'm at a loss for words, there's nothing to say
I sit in silence wondering what led me to this place
How did my heart become so lifeless and cold?
Where did the passion go?
When all my efforts seem like chasing the wind
I used up all my strength and there's nothing left to give
I've lost the feeling and I'm down to the core
I can't fake it anymore
Here I am, at the end. I'm in need of resurrection
Only you can take this empty shell and raise it from the dead
What I've lost to the world, what seems far beyond redemption
You can take the pieces in your hand -and make me whole again
You speak and all creation falls to its knees
You raise your hand and calm the winds and the raging seas
You have a way of turning Winter to Spring
...Make something beautiful out of all this suffering
Here I am once again, I'm in need of resurrection
Only you can take this empty shell and raise it from the dead
What I've lost to the world, what seems far beyond redemption
You can take the pieces in your hand and make me whole again
You have a way of turning Winter to Spring
...Make something beautiful out of all this suffering
Only you
Only you Can raise me from the dead
You can take the pieces in your hand and make me whole again
-Resurrection, Nicol SponbergLabels: life in stepford, lyrical gangsta |
