words fail me all the time
i don't even feel like talking
still i go on and on
i'm dying here and you keep walking
why are you asking me this
can't you see i'm trying
oh i don't like it like this
no i think i'm dying
i can't calm down at all
panic is what panic feels like
can't we just stay silent
speaking now seems far too violent
why are you asking me this
can't you see i'm trying
oh i don't like it like this
no i think i'm dying
why are you asking me this
can't you see i'm trying
oh i don't like it like this
no i think i'm dying
~The Radio Dept.
beautiful, beautiful song...have a listen.
Saturday, December 2
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I thank God for the sensitive heart He has given you. But sensitive hearts hurt. Stay tender. That's the way He would have it.
We're listening, Colleen. But more importantly, He is. Yes. Words will never be enough, but He knows that too. He searches the heart.
Ps. 63:6-8
Matt. 11:28-30
Mark 4:39
with love, in prayer,
alec
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