Every second counts
Every minute's deep
Tossed like a wave
Always bittersweet
It will wrap you in it's arms
Take you for a ride
Touch you in a way
Somewhere far away, inside
You hold on longingly
Both hands clasping tight
Afraid of letting go,
You are consumed in all your fright
But the longer you hold on
The wearier you are
You can't look left or right
You can't look very far
Never looking forward
Because you're always looking back
The small joys in life you'd find
They are something that you lack
Don't worry about tomorrow
Don't stress about your past
Hold on to what's good and true
Because nothing ever lasts
Instead of looking backward
Instead of staying still
Look upont the one who's pierced
Who died upon the hill
Look upon the one who's splintered
Where thorns encrust his head
Look upon the one who gave us life, his body is our bread
Look upon the one whose blood is showered upon our souls
It gives us everlasting life and its cost is more than gold
If you are looking where you should you will find three things of truth
One, you'll never thirst again, or hunger, is number two
And third, your joy will return to you as if it never fled
But none of these things would come to pass if his blood was never shed.
By: Daphne Caldwell
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Friday, November 12, 2010
Every Second Counts
Every second counts
Every minute's deep
Tossed like a wave
Always bittersweet
It will wrap you in it's arms
Take you for a ride
Touch you in a way
Somewhere far away, inside
You hold on longingly
Both hands clasping tight
Afraid of letting go,
You are consumed in all your fright
But the longer you hold on
The wearier you are
You can't look left or right
You can't look very far
Never looking forward
Because you're always looking back
The small joys in life you'd find
They are something that you lack
Don't worry about tomorrow
Don't stress about your past
Hold on to what's good and true
Because nothing ever lasts
Instead of looking backward
Instead of staying still
Look upont the one who's pierced
Who died upon the hill
Look upon the one who's splintered
Where thorns encrust his head
Look upon the one who gave us life, his body is our bread
Look upon the one whose blood is showered upon our souls
It gives us everlasting life and its cost is more than gold
If you are looking where you should you will find three things of truth
One, you'll never thirst again, or hunger, is number two
And third, your joy will return to you as if it never fled
But none of these things would come to pass if his blood was never shed.
By: Daphne Caldwell
Every minute's deep
Tossed like a wave
Always bittersweet
It will wrap you in it's arms
Take you for a ride
Touch you in a way
Somewhere far away, inside
You hold on longingly
Both hands clasping tight
Afraid of letting go,
You are consumed in all your fright
But the longer you hold on
The wearier you are
You can't look left or right
You can't look very far
Never looking forward
Because you're always looking back
The small joys in life you'd find
They are something that you lack
Don't worry about tomorrow
Don't stress about your past
Hold on to what's good and true
Because nothing ever lasts
Instead of looking backward
Instead of staying still
Look upont the one who's pierced
Who died upon the hill
Look upon the one who's splintered
Where thorns encrust his head
Look upon the one who gave us life, his body is our bread
Look upon the one whose blood is showered upon our souls
It gives us everlasting life and its cost is more than gold
If you are looking where you should you will find three things of truth
One, you'll never thirst again, or hunger, is number two
And third, your joy will return to you as if it never fled
But none of these things would come to pass if his blood was never shed.
By: Daphne Caldwell
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