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Sarah Landolt
Open the door that I may see
You're the One who's guiding me.
Setting me free from myself
removing me from the dusty shelf.
Sending me forth by your word
speaking what in the past was heard.
The truth about your redeeming Son
who reveals You are the only One,
the true living God who sent his Son.
The door is opening partially.
Could it be a smile I see?
Is the light in your Son
a smile upon me?
Yes! By the smile of the Son
it is You I see.
Yes, it is You who’s guiding me.
March 13, 2003
When I can't see through the words that I am speaking.
Chew, chew, train.
Chain actions that lead to chain reactions.
The most common two ways fathers are described with those I meet.
In venting.
Theoretical junkyard.
The head of first impressions.
From perturbed in my head to disturbed in my conscience to stirred in my heart to transformed in my spirit.
When the scope on my weapon has a mirror.
As I speak clearly, it appears I have thought about what I spoke. As I speak simply, it's as if I spoke without thought, even possibly making it up out of thin air. To answer concrete questions with concrete answers, it appears that the answers are abstract(too good to be true) rather than concrete meaning too good not to be true.
Receiving the truth with pleasure.
Loving difficult people is better by acts than by words.
Old school suffering.
