| Saturday, June 30, 2007 |
| what could be better |
I've recently discovered that I love this song (What Could be Better) by 33 Miles. I decided to post it below, simply because I just LOVE the words. Some days I really feel this way, that if I could, I'd be dancing on the "streets of gold" and can't stop rejoicing in my soul. I felt like that today, at work. I don't know why - I just love those times when God puts a tangible joy in my heart. It gives new meaning to the concept that the joy of the Lord is my strength. When I am feeling that way, I feel strong enough to accomplish anything. Faithful enough to attempt anything. And confident enough to be obedient to anything. I love it! :)
I’ve heard it said today
is all we’re given.
Tomorrow may not come,
so you better start living.
I guess it all depends
on your point of view
Pardon me if I
just don’t listen
to everything the world
says I’m missing.
There’s nothing here and now
I’m gonna hold on to.
I’m living in the days ahead!
I’m already dancing on the streets of gold;
can’t stop celebrating in my soul.
I’m living in the days ahead!
Nothing on earth could ever compare;
can’t wait for the day when I get there -
when I see Jesus face to face.
Tell me what could be better!
Tell me what could be better!
If home is where the heart is,
then I’m in Heaven.
It’s the promise of tomorrow
that I’ve been given.
Who is waiting there I am living for.
He’s everything I love,
and I believe in.
And I can hardly wait
just to see Him
and hear Him say well done.
I couldn’t ask for more!
Life is full of ups and downs,
inside outs, round and rounds.
Can’t blame me for dreaming about it! |
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Then I went down to the potter's house, and behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.Then the word of the Lord came to me saying, O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the Lord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.
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Happy birthday!! :-)