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I Don't Like Grey Things: Thinkin Clear
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Friday, February 29, 2008. How can I refuse? Your outreaching hand is too inviting. A junkie heart like mine will open wide to any fix. I don't want to take any more of your time. The dim light dances shadows across your face. And mine too, I'm sure. And we can't see. But we feel. yes! The rhythm below, aching, beating. From one member of the trade to another. Dizzing, this day to night business. I'm keeping lonely count. The grey old-person ache.
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I Don't Like Grey Things: February 2007
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Sunday, February 04, 2007. Strange, piteous, futile thing. Wherefore should any set thee love apart? And human love needs human meriting:. How hast thou merited -. Of all man's clotted clay the dingiest clot? Alack, thou knowest not. How little worthy of any love thou art! Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee. Save Me, save only Me? All which I took from thee I did but take. Not for thy harms,. But just that thou might'st seek them in My arms.
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I Don't Like Grey Things: December 2006
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Saturday, December 23, 2006. Saturday's Citation: Sonnet 116. Let me not to the marriage of true minds. Admit impediments. Love is not love. Which alters when it alteration finds,. Or bends with the remover to remove:. It is an ever-fixed mark,. That looks on tempests and is never shaken -. It is the star to every wandr'ing bark,. Although his height be taken. Love is not Time's fool; though rosy lips and cheeks. If this be error, and upon me proved,.
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I Don't Like Grey Things: January 2007
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Monday, January 29, 2007. When you said this was a fight, you weren't kidding. When you said this was a fight, you weren't kidding. Cause my ribs are bruised and it's just round two. When you said this was a fight, you weren't kidding. When you said this was a fight, you weren't kidding, kidding. Cause there's a cut on my eye and it's just round five. And I used to be quick, I used to see it coming. I used to know how to move my feet. Now I can't duck.
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I Don't Like Grey Things: Trekking Through Shadowlands
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Monday, November 26, 2007. I lay in the back of the truck and wished that it would go on forever. Sometimes I fight me. Sometimes we forget what we have. We are each given gifts, abilities, lives very different from those next to us in order that we might bring glory to God in a manner entirely our own. Where to, God? Oh Captain. Oh Captain. Guide me. What direction? Hear now my declaration of dependence. Be more quiet now. View my complete profile.
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I Don't Like Grey Things: January 2008
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Monday, January 28, 2008. The Chronicles of Pimlico. I constitute the prayer team this evening, and am on the Avenue for a reason. the Gospel. Stationing myself just out of range of suspicion, I plant my two feet firmly into the pavement and do my best to listen in on the girls' conversation with an unlikely couple on the street corner. I'm of no merit and relatively little use to you. Why me? He seemed pretty receptive at first, right? Just remember,'...
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I Don't Like Grey Things: November 2006
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Thursday, November 23, 2006. Days like these call one to remember. As I sit here, filled to the brim - no! Overflowing - with good things, I am driven to thanksgiving. I can't help but remember, in a moment like this, all the times that He's been faithful. His mercies are indeed new every morning. I am tired; even when laid low; even when remorseful and prostrate over my sin. Let me briefly count the ways. And nights like this. 4 hour nights. Itali...
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I Don't Like Grey Things: April 2007
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Friday, April 06, 2007. How Firm a Foundation. How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,. Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word! What more can He say,. Than to you He hath said,. You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled? In every condition - in sickness, in health;. In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth;. At home and abroad, on land or on sea,. As thy days may demand, shall My strength ever be. I began to ask myself. The minutes passed a...
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I Don't Like Grey Things: October 2006
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Monday, October 30, 2006. I've learned every new devotional. Been every place emotional. Trying to hear new words from God. And I think it's very odd. That while I attempt to help myself. My Bible sits upon the shelf. With every promise I could ever need. And the Word was. And the Word is. And the Word will be. People are getting fit for truth. Like they're buying a new tailored suit. Does it fit across the shoulders? Will it fade when it gets older?
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I Don't Like Grey Things: A Fresh Arrow to a Comfortable Soul
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I Don't Like Grey Things. Further up and further in. Wednesday, December 12, 2007. A Fresh Arrow to a Comfortable Soul. Dangerous- yes. But whom to fight? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). When the colour died out, Alice gave a sigh to see how commonplace the wall grew. "I wish it was always sunset! She said, half aloud. "I don't like grey things.". I will take you where the sun is always setting, if you like, Alice.". The Sea of Stories, United Kingdom. View my complete profile. As the World Ended.
