Grant me, O Lord, to know what I ought to know,to love what I ought to love, to praise what delights Thee most, to value what is precious in Thy sight, to hate what is offensive to Thee. Do not suffer me to judge according to the sight of my eyes, nor to pass sentence according to the hearing of the ears of ignorant men; but to discern with a true judgment between things visible and spiritual, and above all, always to inquire what is the good pleasure of Thy will.
Thomas å Kempis
“things can get a little strange out in california; all that lingering light plays tricks on life. pods of dolphins slip into sight; birds sing, unseen. the shackles are gilded and the cages palatial. yet the colors are lovely, and there’s always the promise of escape on the PCH…”
Talk to me…cause I’ve been talking to myself
Help me get these thoughts out of my own head
I don’t believe, most days I don’t believe
Mercy is true, it’s hard to live with the things I do
So God, bruise the heels we’ve dug in the ground
That we might move closer to Love
Pull out the roots we’ve dug in so deep
Finish what You’ve started
Help us to believe
Keep our eyes wide open
Love is kind and Love is daring
everything we need to keep our eyes wide open