The road of life is rugged
Any road you choose
Words are cheap and sometimes cruel
Stuff you hear is seldom true
Amy Grant, from her self-described 'prozac and razors' album
Father God, I place the particular words that cut to my heart at your feet. Help me forgive. I want to live in the reality of your judgement, knowing that your judgement, what you think of me, is what will matter at the end of all things. For you are at the end, though even now you are speaking words that are always true.
Sing to me now
Words that are true
So that all in this place can know it
Amy Grant, 'We Believe In God' from Songs from the Loft
Posted by mike at August 1, 2004 11:43 PM