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We wake up tomorrow
Wrestling the thorns and sorrows
That held us down today.
But at least,
We’re struggling
And realise that we’re only human.
Better to struggle & know that we’re alive,
Than give up, give in, & become dead inside.
I have planted, Apollos watered;
But God gave the increase.
So then, neither is he that planteth any thing,
Neither he that watereth;
But God that giveth the increase.
For without Him,
We can do nothing.
- 1 Cor. 3:6-7, John 15:5
The things that I love and hold dear to my heart
Are just borrowed; they’re not mine at all.
Roll back the curtain of memory now and then.
Show me where you brought me from,
And where I could have been.
Please have mercy, I often forget.
So remind me, remind me dear Lord.
I might speak with the tongues of men and of angels,
I might prophesy and understand all.
I might have all faith that mountains could be removed,
I might feed the poor and give of my life.
But if I have no charity,
If love does not flow from me:
I. Am. Nothing.
But it’s so tiring, to feel the pain.
And it’s so painful,
To feel that it’s impossible to love, again.