Tuesday, July 26, 2011

nothing but the blood, indeed

I'm sitting at my breakfast nook. It's my lunch break.

I'm thinking about some news I got this weekend, and how I had to sit down when I heard it--how I shook my head and put my hand over my mouth to keep from saying, "this isn't true."

As I sit here now with my music blaring, I feel myself doing the opposite---I am nodding and I feel emphatically that I "get" this song now after having heard it so many many times.

What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood

1 comment:

  1. There is nothing like suffering to strip us down to the basics of what makes this life worth living. I always think, "but for God in this, where would I be?"

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