if you quit listening, dear child, and strike off on your own, you’ll soon be out of your depth. — proverbs 19:27
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wait passionately for God,
don’t leave the path.
He’ll give you your place in the sun
while you watch the wicked lose it.
keep your eye on the healthy soul,
scrutinize the straight life;
there’s a future
in strenuous wholeness.
but the willful will soon be discarded;
insolent souls are on a dead-end street.
the spacious, free life is from God,
it’s also protected and safe.
God-strengthened, we’re delivered from evil —
when we run to Him, He saves us.
— psalm 37:34, 38-40
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You remember me
before I learned to run
At the kissing tree
before I learned my guns
We were 17
17 years young
I am still running
I am still running
I had no idea the pain would be this strong
I had no idea the fight would last this long
In my darkest fears the rights become the wrongs
I am still running, I am still running I am still running I am still running
Build me a home
inside your scars
Build me a home
Inside your song
Build me a home
inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong
I am still running
I am still running
I am still running
I am still running
Build me a home
inside your scars
Build me a home
Inside your song
Build me a home
inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong
The only place I ever will belong
inside your open arms
The only place I ever will belong
— jon foreman, i am still running
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when i mope i get ridiculous.
i should keep that in mind.
