czwartek, 28 lutego 2008
I hate the start of a cold....
I hate the start of a cold. That little tickle that tells you something's about to happen that you know you can't prevent, something that could be mild if you do all the right things, or could knock you off your feet if you're not careful...
Mojej kochanej przyjaciółce Ewie;))
środa, 27 lutego 2008
my home, I miss my sweet home
wtorek, 26 lutego 2008
Linda i Michelle mnie odwiedzaja
Jakis ponad juz tydzien temu odwiedzily mnie kolezanki z seminarium - Linda Horvat (z Niemiec) i Michelle Sanchez (USA). W sumie zostaly tylko na kolacje i potem na sniadanie rano i musialy ruszac ale milo bylo je ugoscic.
Zobaczyly moj pokoj pelen gitar na scianach. Ale tonie znaczy ze mam takiego swira tylko ze mam taki maly pokoj.
Zobaczyly moj pokoj pelen gitar na scianach. Ale tonie znaczy ze mam takiego swira tylko ze mam taki maly pokoj.
sobota, 23 lutego 2008
Every man
"Every Man" Casting Crowns
I'm the man with all I've ever wanted
All the toys and playing games
I am the one who pours your coffee,
corner booth each Saturday
I am your daughter's favorite teacher
I am the leader of the band
I sit behind you in the bleachers
I am every man
I'm the coach of every winning team
and still a loser in my mind
I am the soldier in the airport
facing giants one more time
I am the woman shamed and haunted
by the cry of unborn life
I'm every broken man,
nervous child, lonely wife
Is there hope for every man
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
Is there hope for every man
Is there love that never dies
Is there peace in troubled times
Someone help me understand
Is there hope for every man
Seems there's just so many roads to travel,
it's hard to tell where they will lead
My life is scarred and my dreams unraveled
Now I'm scared to take the leap
If I could find someone to follow
who knows my pain and feels the weight
The uncertainty of my tomorrow,
the guilt and pain of yesterday
There is hope for every man
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
There is hope for every man
There is Love that never dies
There is peace in troubled times
Will we help them understand?
Jesus is hope for every man
I'm the man with all I've ever wanted
All the toys and playing games
I am the one who pours your coffee,
corner booth each Saturday
I am your daughter's favorite teacher
I am the leader of the band
I sit behind you in the bleachers
I am every man
I'm the coach of every winning team
and still a loser in my mind
I am the soldier in the airport
facing giants one more time
I am the woman shamed and haunted
by the cry of unborn life
I'm every broken man,
nervous child, lonely wife
Is there hope for every man
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
Is there hope for every man
Is there love that never dies
Is there peace in troubled times
Someone help me understand
Is there hope for every man
Seems there's just so many roads to travel,
it's hard to tell where they will lead
My life is scarred and my dreams unraveled
Now I'm scared to take the leap
If I could find someone to follow
who knows my pain and feels the weight
The uncertainty of my tomorrow,
the guilt and pain of yesterday
There is hope for every man
A solid place where we can stand
In this dry and weary land
There is hope for every man
There is Love that never dies
There is peace in troubled times
Will we help them understand?
Jesus is hope for every man
niedziela, 10 lutego 2008
poniedziałek, 4 lutego 2008
How to explain it? Just good enough....
Under your spell again.
I can't say no to you.
Crave my heart and it's bleeding in your hand.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
I can't breathe but I feel...
Good enough,
I feel good enough for you.
Drink up sweet decadence.
I can't say no to you,
And I've completely lost myself,
and I don't mind.
I can't say no to you.
Shouldn't let you conquer me completely.
Now I can't let go of this dream.
Can't believe that I feel...
Good enough,
I feel good enough.
It's been such a long time coming, but I feel good.
And I'm still waiting for the rain to fall.
Pour real life down on me.
'Cause I can't hold on to anything this good enough.
Am I good enough for you to love me too?
So take care what you ask of me,
'cause I can't say no.
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