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Tuesday, 29 August 2006
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Also.
The Spirit of the Soverign Lord is upon me, because the Lord has annointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, tp proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness thr prisioners, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengence of our God, to comfort all who morn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion--to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor. They will rebuild ancient ruins and restore the places long devastated; they will renew the ruined cities that have been devastated for generations. -
Prayer
Does anyone know where to get some big smooth rocks in Northeast Missouri besides Thousand Hills? (I don't want to steal them from a park). Maybe as big as a baseball up to as big as a basketball?
Currently Listening
Come Away with Me
By Norah Jones
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Monday, 31 July 2006
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Public opinion poll:
Rights...
Do we have them? Are we entitled to anything? Says who? Why or why not? Please support your answer.
p.s. I'm not really as interested in the rights that the U.S. laws give us, but if those play into your thoughts, feel free to cite them.
Currently Listening
The Jesus Record
By Rich Mullins & the Ragamuffin Band
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Sunday, 23 July 2006
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My Bathroom
This is a short collection of free verse poetry that I did in about 10 minutes and which I have to turn in to my Education Grad class. Enjoy.
Half-used shampoo
For
better
or
worsecommitment is
forever
a diamond is
foreverbut I'm tired
of your smell
and though you
promised volume(s)
you leave me with
nonewaste not
want not
I want a new
you,
shampooMirror Spots
Like little
sprinkles
on a browniescattered like
the astral
heavensyour spotty
pinpricks
give me freckles
because my
roommate
never
cleans
the
mirrorThis isn't really true about my rooommates, but it fit in the poem. Artistic liscense.
Musty Towel
Used
and unsuspecting;
looks
usable but
shant be
used.
Hanging.
Used.
Holds its
musty
secret
like fresh
gossip.
"Don't touch me.
Your hands will
smell."Bathroom Drawer
old soap
clips
tweezers
hair bands
ribbons
razors
free samples from the Truman
Bookstore
hand cream
teeth whitening stuff
allergy medicine
old makeup
brush
with hair
in it
I will never use most of you,
I promise.
Currently Listening
X&Y
By Coldplay
Swallowed in the Sea and #13
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