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Swimming Words

Things have been much too quiet around here. Things are good. Life is full and amazing and hard and amazing. My hands and my mind have been busy. But the words are swimming and want to be written I'll get back to posting more regularly.

In the mean time you can read and listen to words that strangely seem like they were written about my life, especially the very recent past.

This sweet girl writes and sings from deep down. She loves her God and knows who she is in Him. I'll share these words and if you read and listen it will catch you up, in a way, on these last months and years of mine.

I was slipping so far, so far from where I knew I needed to be. I didn't even want to be caught....so I prayed to want to want Rescuing....

Deliver Me {listen here}
Deliver me from my prideful mind
It weighs heavier on me all the time
What a silent yet such a deadly crime
To think that I own my own life
So humble me just like You did
The king who lost his mind in the wilderness
And don't let me go back until I confess
You are the only God
You are the only God
Deliver me from my hateful thoughts
I'm committing murder in the presence of God
Break my heart just like David's was
With a weeping, pregnant widow in my house
How can I despise my brother
When I killed Your only begotten Son?
Help me prefer another and say
You are the only God
You are the only God
You
You
This morning my alarm went off
Earlier than I'd ever want
But in this small obedience, Lord
Help my heart stay bowed down
Father, You've given Jesus
All those He will raise up
And all eyes including mine will see
You are the only God
You are the only God
You are the only
Deliver me
Deliver me
Deliver me

And this...

So Close {listen here} 
I'm so close to being so far away from You
I was wrong but it takes so much to say it to You
Like a broken husband and wife
Who never talk but share their nights
I'm so close to being so far away from You
I have nothing when I'm living apart from You
Outside, creation groans
To lose our darkness and be made whole
For my feet are close to slipping
Speak to my heart in time
You have promised, so I do believe
You won't forget this wandering child
Still I'm so close to being so far away from You
Though I know no one on their own makes it through
My soul clings to the dust
So in Your life, let it be enough
For my feet are close to slipping
Speak to my heart in time
You have promised, so I do believe
You won't forget this wandering child
I'm so foolish to believe that
I can escape Your love, Your love
I'm so foolish to believe that
I can escape Your love
For my feet were close to slipping
You spoke to my heart in time
And You have promised, so I do believe
You won't forget this wandering child
You're so close when I feel far away from You
You're so close when I feel far away from You



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