Let me know that you hear me
Let me know your touch
Let me know you love me
And let that be enough
~Jonathan Foreman
Well I'm afraid that I'm not supposed to be like this
Like I was born in a land where no serpent hissed
~Lori Chaffer
There's a song that's inside of my soul
It's the one I've tried to write over and over again...
...I pray to be only yours...
...when it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me...
...I give you my apathy
I'm giving you all of me
I want your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back...
...I know now you're my only hope
~Jonathan Foreman
Is the strength and trust I have in you enough to stand and die?
~Clear
'Cause I'm not who I was
When I took my first step
And I'm clinging to the promise
You're not through with me yet
So if all of these trials bring me closer to You
Then I will go through the fire
If you want me to
~Ginny Owens
you think I just dish it out
You don't think I take it at all
You think I am stronger
You think I walk taller than the rest
You think I’m usually wearing the pants
Just 'cause I rarely wear a dress
well...
When you look at me
You see my purpose,
See my pride
You think I just saddle up my anger
And ride and ride and ride
You think I stand so firm
You think I sit so high on my trusty steed
Let me tell you
I’m usually face down on the ground
When there's a stampede
I’m no heroine
At least, not last time I checked
I’m too easy to roll over
I’m too easy to wreck
~Ani Difranco
Once I'm gone I cannot look back
I've got to trust this is right
'Cause maybe I'm on my way to find you
But maybe I'm gonna make the mistake of my life
~Caedmon's Call
I am not a talented religious person
~Bernard Malamud
Each day I say that today
Won't be like yesterday
But it stays this way
Today and everyday I pray
That today will feel a different way
But it stays this way
The weight of the world has fallen
And the rubble is at my feet
The voice of a girl is calling
I can hear her but she's buried so deep
All of my truths are broken
They're fragments of love and hate
The words that remain are a token
Of honesty that came to late
~Alana Davis
Maybe this was made for me,
For lying on my back in the middle of a field.
And maybe that's a selfish thought,
Or maybe there's a loving God
Maybe I was made this way
To think and to question and to reason and to pray,
And I have never prayed a lot
But maybe there is a loving God.
~Sara Groves
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