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Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the bright and morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart
Not because of who I am
But because of what You've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who You are
I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
And You've told me who I am
I am Yours, I am Yours
Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love
and watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
I am yours
dailies
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
-12:39 AM
Enough IS enough! I was so hurt I nearly cried on my way to school. Am I an easy target? A doormat? A sandbag?
I am not a pushover. Do not lash it out on me without getting your facts right. If it was Gillian a decade ago, trust me, I would have done something more drastic than to silently listen as you raised your voice at me while insisting that you were not scolding me. And
all thanks to someone who tops in the School of Eavesdroppers. I wonder what you actually think with. Is it really with the portion of the vertebrate central nervous system enclosed in your skull? Don’t blame it on miscommunication because you were
slow to react in the second place and dense to probe into others’ business in the first place. I believe I deserve an apology!