Where is security found.
Where do I put my security?
Did I leave it in the clothes basket?
Maybe under the sink.
What do I put my security in?
Did it get stuck in the mirror?
I might have seen it in the fridge.
Where is security found?
Where do I find my comfort?
Perhaps I should change the way I'm sitting.
Let me call and ask some friends.
Where do I see myself?
where did you go
Where did I see myself?
Where am I?
Let me break away from these things. Break apart from this self that I've made myself out to be.
I need to get myself together. Pick up the scattered pieces. Where from? Where else?
Where else...
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Zyme, that's funny because i was just writing something on a similar note as this. I think there is so much about ourselves that we do not know, really offensive, harsh and disgusting things that God slowly reveals and cleanses.
How intense! what grace!
I like the way of your brain as of late, kenny.
haha, oh kenny, your comment sounded like you were with me and you were longly exhaling: if only WE could spend everyday like this....if only..........."
bahaha
Kele, this is good.
And appropriately, could be a song.
Speaking of which, have you been praying through invading progressive culture with the good news? (art stuff, art community, art bible-translation, etc.)
I realized how intense its going to be, and it excites me kind of. Maybe because I don't like sitting in the same position very long either.
That was a lie.
It excites me a lot.
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