Everybodys got a darker side right?
I mean sometimes it's buried pretty far from the surface.
but it's there..
That old dead man that I keep digging back up.
I am not haunted.
I live the life of the redeemed.
So is it an outside source?
There is no darkness in me
I am redeemed by the blood of the perfect one.
so where does this darkeness come from?
I search my soul,
all sins are confessed,
I know what I am not worth.
but I know the worth he puts on me.
priceless....
so whats the deal?
an attack?
so then I rejoice
for the battle is already one.
so why the darkness?
the battle is already one
but it is not yet over
I fight still
against self
I die daily
to be risen anew each day
a darkness has come
thank you Father
for your light
that I may see to fight
and never cease to fight
2 comments:
The name's Abby. In all of her 24 years, this was the strangest experience of her life. After a week in Jaimaca, she was just ready to get back to Roanoke and have a few quite days before heading back to work. And then they re-routed the plane - some crazy story about terrorists taking over the Miami airport - and the only place they could land would be La Guardia. Now what was she supposed to do in New York, alone. The only clothes she had were the skirts she had worn all week while helping with that school building. World Relief Project attire sure wasn't going to help her fit in in the Big Apple. Oh well, she had wanted to see this town for years, and she was going to make the best of it on her over-night layover. Abby new how many times she had gotten her directions confused just driving from Roanoke to Peoria. But somehow, she was going to make this happen. Abby decided to take a taxi into Manhattan. After all, she had plenty of time. She got out of the taxi and walked a few blocks (or maybe a few miles, who knows - she had totally lost track of time). And that's when she realized she had forgotten to keep track of the landmarks. She had no idea where she was. She had no other choice - stop and ask for directions. She spotted this lonely looking Guy sitting in a coffee shop. He looked honest enough, in his dark suit and dark tie. The place was well lit and there were a few other people around. She noticed he kept looking at her head. Then she realized she still had her headcovering on. He seemed awefully lonely, and she was having a hard time getting to the point. She felt sorry for him, but it would take more than one conversation to figure out what he was all about, and that's not what she was here for. He kept wanting to know where Roanoke was, as though he thought it was some place she was trying to escape from. While trying to explain that Roanoke was not too far from Davenport, these two guys walked in and said they were from Davenport and could help her get back to Roanoke. Then things started to get crazy. The Guy started acting like they were up to no good, and who knows, maybe they weren't. Guy pulled out a gun and then things went to pieces. The guys from Davenport tried to take Guy down. Abby yanked off her clog and heaved it the way only a Roanoke farmer's daughter could. It hit Guy in the back of the head and he hit the floor. About that time, a taxi pulled up and Abby scrambled to catch it. The quicker she could get back to La Guardia, the better.
that was totaly and 100% completely random.
I Love it.
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