Whenever I climb too high
Keep my feet on the ground
And when I get full of me
Turn me upside down
You know pride and not just summer
Come before the fall
So if You that’s gettin’ bigger
I don’t mind being small
Maybe if I shout real loud then I’ll draw a crowd
And they’ll finally cheer
Or maybe I should tone down never make a sound out
Anything to draw them near
Or maybe there’s more to life than trying to make a name
Even though they say it ain’t so
So maybe I should step on down
Hand off the King’s crown
To the guy on the throne
These people won’t miss me
I will be out of their memories
The ground will forget me for sure
Only one is remembered
One name to be treasured
Is Yours
With tender touches He takes care of my bumps and bruises, comforts me, and provides healing for my broken heart.
He takes my brokenness and puts me together again.
He gently reminds me that bottom dwelling, and sitting in the midst of shattered glass is not what I have been called to.
He puts me together again, and then provides peace that makes me whole.
He took my sins upon Himself. He, who didn’t deserve to bow down and get his hands dirty in my broken glass, did, for me.
He took my brokenness, and His wounds now heal me.
He always desires for me to be away from the mess.
Away from the bottom, the shattered glass, the danger.
Clear of all the brokenness.
And one by one, piece-by-piece, He is always faithful to put me together again.
(Source: incourage.me)
Via In Loving Sincerity
“Men who want to flirt with women have to realize: Women live in a state of continual vigilance about sexual safety. It’s like having a mild case of hay fever that never goes away. It’s not debilitating. You’re not weak. You’re not afraid. You just suck it up and get on…
(Source: bigthink.com)
