"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat." - Theodore Roosevelt
25 I am laid low in the dust;
preserve my life according to your word.
26 I recounted my ways and you answered me;
teach me your decrees.
27 Let me understand the teaching of your precepts;
then I will meditate on your wonders.
28 My soul is weary with sorrow;
strengthen me according to your word.
29 Keep me from deceitful ways;
be gracious to me through your law.
30 I have chosen the way of truth;
I have set my heart on your laws.
31 I hold fast to your statutes, O LORD;
do not let me be put to shame.
32 I run in the path of your commands,
for you have set my heart free.
"OK, Greg Burnett", you say. "If thats the state of my existence then how can I ever hope to be pure in heart? How can I ever hope to see God?" Good questions. Critical ones. I'll address those in a follow up post.
So I'm waiting again. I would quickly state here, friend, that God's best is worth waiting for. Let Him lead you in His triumph, don't lean on your own strength or understanding. Instead, get lower! As singers have sung, the river of God's Spirit rushes to the lowest place!
As for me, I'm watching and worshipping. I'm listening and looking for glimpses of His beauty! I bear witness that a man can only accomplish the works of God when he is sent by God. And so I wait. Find me watching, O God. See my weak heart which desires You and strengthen that which must remain!
This happened once before,
When I came to your door,
No reply.
They said it wasn't you,
But I saw you peep through your window.
I saw the light, I saw the light.
I know that you saw me,
'Cause I looked up to see your face.
I tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie.
'Cause I know where you've been,
And I saw you walk in your door.
I nearly died, I nearly died,
'Cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.
If I were you I'd realize that I
Love you more than any other guy.
And I'll forgive the lies that I
Heard before when you gave me no reply.
I've tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie.
'Cause I know where you've been
And I saw you walk in your door.
I nearly died, I nearly died,
'Cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.
No reply, no reply.










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