"unless you can part my ribs like the sea
and make stone beat, then there's no hope for me
unless the east never meets the west
unless you set my sin between your shoulderblades
and forget
part my ribs like the sea and change me
'cause stone doesn't beat
and rock hearts don't pump anything
but I've grown not to mind because at least
stone doesn't sling like blood
or spill like guts across the floor
where the bloodsuckers want more and more and more."
as cities burn
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2 comments:
So first of all, thank you so much for that sweet comment :)
And also, I'm sorry about that situation you're in. I'll be praying for that. But you're definitely right about the humbling reality of how little control we have over situations.
~your NormaJersey <3
Yay for an update.
I'm sorry to hear about what you are going through. Even though I don't know any details it sounds difficult. It's encouraging to hear you're handling it in a godly manner, so thanks for your example.
In Russia, God had to teach me a lesson on humility and knowing I'm not in control. Definitely humbling, I fully agree.
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