Memoirs

Memoirs, as someone put it, are slices of life. They're just a small but significant portion of the whole story. And that's what this is -- snippets of my story.

Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Argh . . .

Your love has captured me
Your grace has set me free
Your life, the air I breathe
Be glorified

You set my feet to dancing
You set my heart on fire
In the presence of a thousand kings
You are my one desire
I stand before You now

With trembling hands lifted high-
Be glorified.

(Even though I want to strangle my roommate)

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