Without Counsel or Consolation.
Without counsel or consolation.
You have friends, but none you feel like pouring out your woes to. You'd just be annoying.
I've been listening to the same song for four hours straight. When you've really got no one to turn you, He listens. I used to think religion was for the naive. I realised I'm the naive one. I want so much to tell each and everyone of my friends what I think of them.
Just to confess.
To get everything off my damn shoulders. To find out what's been weighing me down lately.
I can't. It just goes against my character.
Give me a fucking box to scream into.
Saviour, he can move the mountains,
My God is mighty to save,
He is mighty to save.
Forever, Author of Salvation,
He rose and conquered the grave,
Jesus conquered the grave.
Shine your light,
and let the whole world sing,
I'm singing, for the glory of the Risen King, Jesus.
Shine your light,
and let the whole world sing,
I'm singing, for the glory of the Risen King.
21 days of prayer starts tomorrow.
Sunday, February 28, 2010 ; 8:15 PM