In Christ Alone by OWL CITY
In Christ alone, my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My comforter, my all-in-all
Here in the love of Christ I stand
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again
And as He stands in victory
Sin’s curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand
March 2011
Haa,
things are so different when you actually say them out loud.
when gross immature boys make catcalls,
or being 3rd/5th/bazillionth wheel. but what can one do?
Don’t want to be a complain-a-tron. I just probably need sleep.
At least I saw the Ginger.
“Decades ago a famous tightrope walker sparked a sensation. He set up a high wire across the Niagara Falls. A crowd quickly gathered to watch the man risk his life by walking back and forth on the thin wire about the falls. They were awestruck as they saw him push a wheelbarrow across the wire. The tightrope artist then turned to the crowd. ‘Do you believe that I could push a person in the wheelbarrow across the high wire over the falls?’ he asked. The people cheered enthusiastically. Then he added, ‘Who will step into the wheelbarrow?’”
-Created for Community
What a question indeed,
