For you
For you my love, the sounds of my heart.
For you my friend, my time.
For you my father, my name.
For you my teacher, my days; as many days as I'm given.
For you my light, my eyes.
For you my creator, my dreams.
For you my precious, my voice.
And when I have nothing else to give I'm still alive because you're in me.
I love, I love, I love you. My dear, my love, my friend, my teacher, my light, my creator, my precious. For you, me; and for me you, for I am in you; and you in me. Light of my heart shine for eternity, for I am in you and you are in me. You called me by name in my dreams.
Standing in the dark
My beloved audience
listening to my love song:
the sound of my heart in the silence
for you, only for you.
The best of my worship.
For you my friend, my time.
For you my father, my name.
For you my teacher, my days; as many days as I'm given.
For you my light, my eyes.
For you my creator, my dreams.
For you my precious, my voice.
And when I have nothing else to give I'm still alive because you're in me.
I love, I love, I love you. My dear, my love, my friend, my teacher, my light, my creator, my precious. For you, me; and for me you, for I am in you; and you in me. Light of my heart shine for eternity, for I am in you and you are in me. You called me by name in my dreams.
Standing in the dark
My beloved audience
listening to my love song:
the sound of my heart in the silence
for you, only for you.
The best of my worship.
posted by morningstar at 9:29 PM
5 Comments:
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII *insert rhino dancing here* update! update!!
gracias por avisarme. I love you. y me encanta leer cuando escribes (que por cierto aun kiero leer el cuento de la niña con le piquete en el hombro) dude, me encantaron mis zaretes (como le decia una amiga de mi mamá a sus aretes)... se me ven bien ; jiiji....
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por fin pude postear
gracias por dejarme ver tus pensamientos. complejos, difíciles de desentrañar; las mentes grandiosas piensan similar.
there are little secrets hidden in the whisper of the wind, in the dripping of your new rabbit's water disposal and in the sunlight streaming in your face because I moved my bed to a different place.
those secrets, however, are not mere secrets of nature or irrelevant things like that. those secrets hold many of the hidden matters of our God's heart. 'It is the glory of God to conceal a matter, but the glory of kings to search it out', said the wisest man ever to set foot on earth.
will we become fervent secret-searchers? will you, my dearest, become a treasure hunter-ocean traveler-sunset seeker? For we are to become forever kings in a very different kingdome. One where kings are not only men and brides are not only women.
just a thought I thought I'd drop by
...oh, and did I tell you that I love you?
el de aprendizaje era mio, me equivoque de cuenta
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