My Soul Desire, My Everything.

You gave it all for me.
My soul desire, my everything.
And all I am, is devoted to You.

How could I fail to see,
You are the Love that rescued me
And all I am is devoted to You.

This is my cry - My one desire
is to be where You are, Lord, Now and Forever.

It's more than a song - My one desire
is to be with You, just to be with You, Jesus.

The one thing,
The one thing I ask,
Is to be with You.

Do we even have time to be reading blogs?

I won't be on this Earth for much longer; this I know full-well.
And I can't say I have a feeling that follows after knowing such a thing.
I don't feel upset as much as I don't feel glad.
Because I know, that the aftermath I will know after dwelling on this planet
is beyond anything I could describe - It will be far above absolute perfection.

But even so, there is a reason I am here first, rather than just being in paradise already.
I have purpose on this Earth, for these people, a purpose to bring them home.

So I cannot begin to complete a final thought about it all in my mind.
I shouldn't even be trying to - I should be living out the purpose.

I'm finding that I'm going nowhere.
And it's true; I alone, will never go anywhere - except backward, perhaps.

So here I find myself again, somewhere I prefer not to be.
I can try and try but I will never achieve any kind of success - because I alone, am worthless;
I am about as good as dirty, torn-up rags.

There is really only one thing I can do on my own, that will attain any sort of worth, and that is to answer a simple question.
It's no open-ended string of thoughts where I could go off on any tangent - It's simple, It's yes or no.

I chose yes all those years ago, and since then I have constantly been saying yes to letting someone greater make the rest of the decisions that come.
But I just need to remember - It is that simple.
I need to dwell on that fact, that reality of life.
And everything just becomes a whole lot more simple, doesn't it?

She sings beautiful and slow.

The movement comes in slow,

It's a tune we both should know.

And the walls are thin, so we keep our voices low.

You're a bird with a pretty mouth,

You're a bird with songs to shout.

But that same refrain continues singing out:

"If you love her, let her go.
If you love her, let her go."

She sings beautiful and slow - A tune that only caged birds know.

So you're out there, on the phone,
And I'm back here, at home.

And the words are new, but I recognize the tone:

"If you love her, let her go.
If you love her, let her go.
If you love her, let her go."

She's beautifully composed - A tune that only caged birds know.

My love goes free..
My love goes free..

My love goes free..

Inspired andTired. Oh dear, that rhymed.

Being inspired, I've found, is a continuous thing.
It comes at the craziest of times, from the craziest of sources, in the craziest of places.
And when it comes, you, yourself go a little bit crazy as you try to decipher how to go about channeling the inspiration into your own life.
AND THEN IT GETS REALLY CRAZY FROM THERE.

My current sources of inspiration at this present time, are mostly from Jon Foreman, as well as all the guys in Switchfoot (How surprising). Also, a couple of people I know through a camp organization that has always been a very big part of my life. Aside from that, my mum, my friends, and funnily enough, two of my nephews, Jack and Ben.
I could spend a day with them, just watching what they do to entertain themselves, and be so inspired, it's ridiculous.
I've come to a commonly forgotten conclusion about life. The keys to understand life lies in the hands of children. If we could just listen to the thoughts of a child, I'm certain we would learn so much - maybe even more than we could teach them...
A crazy thought, isn't it?

Anyway, I am inspired, but I need sleep. Hence the word 'Tired' being in the title.
I would normally delve into this kind of topic and explain what I have been inspired from and what I have been inspired to do and all sorts of nowhere-near-sane thoughts of mine would be thrown in along the way. But it is seven minutes into this new day, i.e. 12:07am. And I have school tomorrow.
I can only pray this inspired heart of mine doesn't fade away to an apathetic one as it has done so many times in the past because of schooling...
Goodnight, and Goodmorning, to nobody in particular.
If anyone ever reads this, that means I am referring to you. :)