I’m still trying to decide on what I want to be when I grow up. Here is my (ever changing) list, today:
Audio Engineer Missionary Police Officer/Detective High School English Teacher Sign Maker (screen printing & vinyl) Nun Indiana Jones
When the rain picks up And the sun goes down, Sinner, come inside! With no money, come and buy No clever talk nor gift to bring Requires our lowly, lovely king Come you empty handed You don’t need anything.
Baby Unvamp (She’s Making A Comeback) by Blaster The Rocketman
Baby Unvamp
She’s comin’ back
She’s runnin’ back
But somewhere along the way
She decided to play the whore
In the mud once more
Forgotten what He shed His blood for
For her
She was burnin’ with a passion fire
That soon became a mire of sin
That locked her in
Inside her self
“Thou art become (O worst imprisonment!)
The Dungeon of Thyslef.”
The chains chaffed
She bled until she said
Oh God, what have I become?
“Myself my sepulchre. A moving grave.”
I am a slave once more
A whore cryin’ at your feet
So incomplete…
Baby unvamp is making a comeback
She’s starting to run back
To the Father and the Son
The only One who loves her unconditionally
With Grace and Mercy
She clings to the Cross of Death
The Cross of Life
Her only hope
The Cross of Christ
She remembers when she first met Him
She was kickin’ in a pool of her own blood
Coughin’ it up
When He picked her up
She gave self up
And He raised her up
Presented her to the Father without blame
Made her His bride
Gave her His name
Erased the shame
She’s not the same!
All we little unvamps
Once were sluts, were whores, were tramps
But now we are the Bride
Of Jesus Christ
She’s growing
She’s teething
And one day she’ll bite you till you’re dead!
Dead!
Dead!
Alive!
In Christ!
Forgiven
Lord,
I pray that I’m onto something good, and something from You. I crave adventure, and You in every part of it. May my motives be right, and serve your sons and daughters with all my heart.
I’ve made you so happy and so sad,
But which should I be more sorry for?
Come kiss my face goodbye,
that space below my eye and above my cheek
Cause I’m faint and fading fast, and I see a darkness
And I shall be released.
I’ll pass like a fever from this body,
And softly slip into his hands
I tried to love you and I failed,
But I have another plan.
How long, My Lord, how long to sing this song?
And my Lord, how much more of this pretending to be strong?
She’ll stand before your throne
Dressed in beauty not her own
All soft and small, you’ll hear her call
“You brought me here now, now take me home.”
Okay, so I just finished watching 500 Days of Summer on cable. I’d seen it before and liked it, if but for no other reason than I got to watch Joseph Gordon-Levitt walk around in about a dozen different suits.
The storytelling is a bit non-linear and has a dreamlike quality, so of course, my…
