Yeah, I guess we all have some.
Stress the not so final frontier,
to boldly go where most men, women and heart attack victims have gone before.
With a clenched jaw and too much to do
I ask GOd to get it outta me
I ask him to fix me already
It gets very heavy to hold my baggage.
He reminds me of the day I checked my baggage
And the day I jumped over the counter, stole the key and recovered my own baggage to help HIM with my burdensome load
oh yeah....
Would you could you take them back?
"IN a box, with a fox, in the air"
"All your cares"
"Feel better?"
"MMhmm"
"You are my girl"
Sweetest Daddy.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
BAd Nght...Good Morning
Posted by trish at 6:04 AM
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How'dya know, Trish?
Oh, Lord, thank You for this new chapter in my life and the people who You've written into it.
amen.
*wipes tears w/ trembly hands*
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