THE CRAPPER SPEAKS
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Somehow I've got super-heightened senses after that super long extended (in my case) prayer. I suggest you try it; pray for your whole Unit person by person. You'll see what I mean. Along the way I started to have revelations over each individual too! I start to see the potential and thank God for each of them. Bible-reading was also a much more joyful time after that.
And before the Holy Spirit left me, I started practising my guitar; almost flawless strumming. How, I don't know. My mom was commenting it was pretty good even. It was a pity I hadn't memorised my chords well, so I was restricted to 1 or 2 songs. Oh well.
1/2 hour till I have to go to sleep.
Hope that strengthens!
Psychedelic;
8:24 AM
CRAPPY
The Poem
A poem is a feeling,
A heartfelt longing,
What makes it good,
Depends on your mood.
A tingling in your heart,
A quick flash of a dart.
A fragment of your life,
The rhythms of YOUR jive.
So ask not from without,
But seek to show out loud,
For this is truly you,
Done beautifully too.
