My Forever-Mine!!!

My struggles continue. For years I’ve been complaining bout not having a forever-mine. Still… all these years later, guess what? STILL no forever-mine. What the hell is up with that? Am I just doomed to be alone for the rest of my life?

I had a long talk with a friend of mine today and she was trying to help me get my mind back together again. My questions always start off with ‘why me?” lol but then I move to a huge ‘woe is me’ moment. It’s pathetic really.

She usually just sits and bears my emotional break-down but never without giving me some words of wisdom to hold on to.

Here is my thing though. Even when you try to do everything right… I’m talking about not abusing alcohol or drugs, obeying your parents, going to school, being nice, not sleeping around blah, blah, blah… and you still find yourself in this predicament then what do you do?

My confidant was all about getting to the root of the problem. Her theory is this…

We make idols of the things we value. Most times people think that an idol has to be a figurine or statuette but in reality an idol is more closely defined as a priority in your thinking… like the provider / supplier of your peace and/or satisfaction. Her theory is that my idol is the husband that I think will make me happy. What I should do is find happiness from the source of happiness, God, who will in turn provide the feeling that we’re searching for.

So, then my question was… is it a feeling I’m searching for or a husband. Her answer was that it is the feeling that the husband is supposed to bring. Ummm, maybe but I want the husband for his love and companionship and sperm… yes, I WANT KIDS!

She laughed then told me that it was the feeling of love that I was really looking and that since God was love then it could only come from/ though Him.

Wow, my friend is so smart!

Life Lessons

My friend wrote a blog about the lessons he wants to teach his son and it got me thinking. No, I don’t have kids YET but if I did I guess I’d have some important lessons I’d want to make sure I pass on. Even if I never have kids (L ) I’d still want my nieces and nephews to know/understand these things…

God is real
Jesus is the way, the truth and the life
Your flesh wants to run your life but it’s best to let your mind do the job
Respect authority
No, life is not fair sometimes but are you just going to cry about it or attempt to make a change
Its okay to cry but don’t ever be too emotional… that’s a sign of instability.
As long as I’ve tried to teach you the lesson you’re held responsible for the information so ‘I didn’t know…’ doesn’t fly
Be prayerful about a soul mate
Never settle
I loved you from the very beginning and it’s unconditional
Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll put up with anything
I can whip you for discipline but I’ll never beat you
You’re not the only one with questions so don’t ever be afraid to ask
Science an math are fun
Our history is important
Smile, it makes you more beautiful
Play on a sports team, visit museums and learn to play at least one musical instrument
Let your friends use your shoulder to cry on, that’s a sign that they trust you
It’s okay to temper the truth but never lie in order to benefit yourself
Your word is your bond… in the end it’s all you got
Peace should be your preference but sometimes you will have to kick some ass
God does not give us a spirit of fear so never ever be afraid to move


That’s it so far but I’m sure there are lots more that I want to add…

Another Day, Another Disappointment

Y’all, I promise I did my homework everyday. I got myself up even when my mind had some very convincing arguments, and I walked and ran. I did it all.

Did it help any? Hell to tha naaaaw!!

I got out there and I think this week was worse. We started with a lesson on muscles and a quick stretching session and then we were off again. Let me tell you, I started hurting immediately. Man, I was in so much pain.

The absolute worse was how excited I was to tell my coaches that I had done my homework and then to fall behind in the run. Aaaaaargh, it was painful. lol

Again, the coaches were all very supportive. Nothing but encouragement and I appreciate it. Unfortunately, I wasn’t feeling too about myself.

Yeah, yeah I know… just keep on working on it and it’s sure to get better. I know it. I believe it. I just can’t feel good about it right now. I will though, I promise.

Power In Motion

Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Well maybe not all of that but it was the first day of my running program. This is open to all running levels from just rolled off the sofa to runners with years of experience. It’s mostly for the beginners to give us the support required to add running to our lives. I was so excited to hear about the opportunity that I signed up immediately.

Yes, I could have tried to start something before the program actually started but I’m a lazy bum so I didn’t.

I paid for every lazy day tonight.

I thought the first day would be some kind of orientation with maybe some light stretching. NOT.

We had a quick ‘hello, nice to meet you’ and then we were off to the races.

Y’all….

I almost passed out! I can’t believe that I waited until the first day to move. My body was hurting from the word go. We didn’t even stretch because the workout was so light (WHATEVA!) but I was dying out there. It was so sad.

On the bright side, it was only the first day and we have homework for the week so maybe I’ll do better next time.

My coach told me that the way to look at it was… there is only one way to go… UP!!!

Lol

I’m going to hold on to that for now.

Peace y’all.

Have Dinner With Me

I’m interested in knowing more about you
Why you say what you say
And why you think it, too
So I have a plan to dissect your brain
To break down your thinking
To get up in there
It’s full proof
I think
So I’m going to try it out on you
I’m hoping I can get through

Here it is
I’m going to feed you
Something down home and satisfying
Soul food for the mind
Beyond palatable… pleasing, even
To see if you’re feeling what I’m feeling
And wanting the offerings I’m extending

So now that you have the invitation
All I can do is wait for your response
Will you have dinner with me… just this once?

I promise
You’ll devour the feast I’m preparing

Aspirations of a young girl...

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies

I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size

But when I start to tell them

They think I'm telling lies.

I say

It's in the reach of my arms

The span of my hips

The stride of my steps

The curl of my lips.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.
I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please

And to a man

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees

Then they swarm around me

A hive of honey bees.

I say

It's the fire in my eyes

And the flash of my teeth

The swing of my waist

And the joy in my feet.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.
Men themselves have wondered

What they see in me

They try so much

But they can't touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them

They say they still can't see.

I say

It's in the arch of my back

The sun of my smile

The ride of my breasts

The grace of my style.

I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.
Now you understand

Just why my head's not bowed

I don't shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud

When you see me passing

It ought to make you proud.

I say It's in the click of my heels

The bend of my hair

The palm of my hand

The need for my care.

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally

Phenomenal woman

That's me.

Dreaming of a Promise Fulfilled

Tossing and turning
Constantly working
Asleep and still fabricating
Creating the basis
A place where faith is
A foundation of dedication
A righteous aspiration
Obediently moving
Volitionally proving
My decision is my own
And belongs to the throne

The Sound of Love

I joined a writing group that I already love. From here on, I want to share the exercises I write from the group with you. I hope you enjoy them.

I’m dreaming of starving. One sniff and I know bacon and pancakes are waiting for me. I also know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I will be greeted in the warmest fashion possible in a matter of seconds. My mama’s voice is ringing in my ears. Her song is so beautiful but so unappreciated this early in the morning. Water is running in the bathroom. She must have visited my brothers first this morning.

Soon, the TV is blaring as Bobby Jones is singing with his choir. KALO 1250 is blaring from the back room where my mama was ironing our church clothes. Plates are slamming on the table as my oldest sister rushes to set the table for a quick breakfast.

Washing faces and brushing teeth.

Slips, stockings, camisoles and skirts.

Grandma is already ready. She sings along with Rance Allen on the radio as she waits. She’s just perfection.

The sound of love in my world sounded different but my love was from way back, caring and constant. These are my memories of the sounds of my love.

I Ain't No Cheap Cookie!

Today a friend of mine told me I was a cheap cookie. First of all, I can say with absolute surety, that I have never ever been called a cheap cookie so she gets a few points for originality.

The context of the conversation that caused such an expletive from her centers around my complaints on reading the bible. Honestly, my one year bible is a struggle and I’m just on day 6. I have read all the way to Isaiah before then I just couldn’t read anymore. Now I’m starting from the beginning and I am dreading trekking through Numbers and Deuteronomy and Chronicles and Psalms.

She said that the devil is buying and selling me because I am a cheap cookie. I don’t even have the mind frame to fight for my life in Christ.

Now really, she went to far on that one. Ain’t nobody buying and selling nobody up in here although I see what she’s saying. So in order to make things right, I will try to no longer complain about my bible study but will rejoice in it, or at least hush my mouth and get through it.

As a result, this is my offering to you. Please, please don’t be a cheap cookie. No matter what.

Texas Wins!!

YAY! We won, we won, we shot the bebe gun

I was so proud of Mr. Vince Young doing his thing all over California Wednesday night. Now that is what I call a winner. Trust me, you rarely see that kind of poise and leadership in a man so young. Yeah, this is just football, but to a lot of them this is strictly business. These games determine how they are going to live their lives. To them, and me, this is very important. And the best part is, Mr Young raised his stock in that game. People were saying he couldn't get the job done at the next level and the USC players were more NFL-ready. Well let me just say this... Vince Young out-did two Heisman trophy winners in one game, all by himself

What else does he need to do to prove his worth? Absolutely nothing!!!!!!!!

Resolutions

Here we go again. I have the resolution blues and it’s only the third. Dammit, what to do, what to do?!!!!

I wanted to start running, writing, reading, laughing, talking and breathing (inside joke) more. A couple of those I haven’t even started (running of course and talking).

I am going to do the running one of these days. I just wish I had someone I was scared of and would be hesitant to hit or cuss out to drag me out of my bed every morning. I’m sure that would help me get my plan rolling.

Anybody?

Help!!

I love my new journal. I went for the leather bond, chocolate colored one. It looks so nice that I had to make myself write in it or I would have been saving it for years. Now that it’s broken in I know I’ll at least write for a couple of months but I’m really going for the whole year.

Last but not least, why is attending somebody’s church service on my agenda. Yep, it’s been that long, as sad as this truth is, and I’m feeling it. Can’t hardly think right cause I ain’t been getting my Jesus fix. Barely making it, I say. I’m gonna do better this year though… I got plans.

Wave To The Rhythm

December 3

My birthday is my second favorite day of the year. Christmas just gets the number 1 spot but, for real, my birthday is a close 2. I love it because it's all about me and I get to feel just a little bit more special. Sick, huh? lol I know, but I'm a self-centered, self-absorbed young lady and I can't help it if I think it's all about me. lol

For real, that's not me but I do love my celebration day. All I ask on this day is that you bring no BS my way. I try my best to stay up-beat and happy the whole day and usually it works out that way. That's birthday present enough for me.

Anyway, today is my birthday and as I relect on the year past and the year to come I hope to learn something new and exciting enough this year that will make next year's reflection just as beautiful as this year's has been.

Goals: Learn to play that damn guitar, take a Leisure Learning course in photography and one in something else, run two 5ks and be prepared for the half marathon, buy more hats (I so want to be the 'cool' hat lady) and finish writing my book. I think I can, I think I can...

Oh yeah, find and marry my husband... lolol

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My birthday celebration can be so many things
A dream
A fantasy
A smile from a dear friend
I smile for even me
I can experience an experience
That increases my sensitivity
And then celebrate my maturity
I can laugh from dusk to dawn
Or start early in the morning
And continue to give thanks
The whole day long
I can dance the night away
Or speak softy of His grace
I might work in spite of the day
Or take off for my special day
Whatever I decide
And however it works out
My birthday is a special day to me
And I’ll celebrate it merrily

Blocked

I have about 15 stories that I've started writing. 10 out of the 15 are just barely a paragraph and really more of a thought. I'm not tripping on those. 3 others are truly the beginning of something more involved than a thought but again not much of a story let alone a book. I have a lot of hope for those three.

Lastly, the two. Two of these stories are full out possibilities that I've actually taken the time to develop and outline even. I've invested a lot of time and effort and yet I'm stalled on both of them. I am in a hellacious limbo.

Aaaaaaargh!!

I hate this place. Here I am trying to do something, make a dream a reality so that I can have something tangible to show to the kids when I talk to them about chasing a dream and I can't get through this. So discouraging and depressing.

I find myself creating mantras and adopting self-help mechanisms and yet I'm still here.
Anybody out there with a word, any kind of word, to help a sister get from point a to at least j or k?

Thanksgiving Woes

Turkey smells and sweet potato dreams
Cornbread dressing is my thing
Or so it seems to me
Overwhelming Thanksgiving traditions
Keep the fundamental truth
That I'm thankful for my family
Especially the ones that cook
I can't imagine a holiday without my mama's specialties
I want her there forever more because she means that much to me
My sister toils on salad and rolls
And has had it up to here
I can't wait for her annual blowup that precedes the holiday cheer
My brothers' constant ramblings about turkey, sports and politics
Barely holding on to sanity as they wait for their annual turkey fix
And don't forget my daddy dear, drive-bys are his thing
Horn honking, plate making
Always stopping in when the celebration is in full swing

These are the memories I am thankful for every year
Positively wouldn't change a thing...
I swear

What kind of love?

What kind of love is it that can only commence based on his paycheck?
Is that the kind of love you want to have?
A love where what you have, what you have somehow accomplished is more important than your desire for affection, for sharing, for loving?
Degree loved or loved passionately, completely?
Isn’t it most important that he is there instead of building something that has nothing to do with you and him?
Does he have to meet a list of wants?
The kind of wants that limit the real gifts he can offer a union?
Why can’t he be enough?

I was overwhelmed with sadness as over and over I argued love and trust and true commitment to perceptions, opinions and judgments. I made a case for one and two coming together in the name of love instead of convenience and financial status.

Where did we go wrong? When did marriage become an opportunity instead of a commitment, a promise?

I am not married right now. I am 30 something and not married and I have a pledge for you… I will not limit the limitless possibilities of love in my life. Intimacy will be accepted on all levels because I believe that what you have to offer me is important. You are worthy and I will love all of your offerings to me.

Telling the truth

When is it okay to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? You know... breaking it down so that it can forever and consistently be broke?

Most times I am silent with loved ones because of the hurt feelings that usually occur but sometimes I am overwhelmed with the desire to purge.

Leave that girl alone
Leave those girls alone
Go back to school
Get a job
Stop being so mean and bitter
Smile sometimes, dammit
Shut your mouth
Stop being so weird

Here's my problem with my hidden desires. I'm scared that my truths, the freeing of my spirit, will encourage others to do so as well. Even if their truths are intended to exact some kind of revenge, it's still truth and I'm a target. Can I take what I dish?

Hell to the naw. I'm sensitive and easily hurt. Therefore, I just think my stuff and let the chips fall where they may.
It's easier that way

New Music

Check her out... she's hot and I'm sure she's about to blow up!!!

www.LeelaJames.com

It's hot and I'm giving y'all the heads up!

lol, if you already know her please tell them I ain't lying. Tell them y'all, please...


lol
J

Happy Birthday

My tears don't fall in despair
They fall as I reflect on the precious moments we have shared
He blessed me with you for a short while
In my walk in time
But I know you're always there
in my heart
my mind
For all time
How blessed am I?

How blessed am I?

Today is my sister's birthday. She would have been 36 today, if she were still here. She died 2 days after her 19th birthday.

In any event... she had to get up outta here. She said something about seeing the face of Jesus was 100 times better than looking at our ugly mugs... or something like that. I can't remember it exactly right. rofl

Anyway, she did leave us a boat-load of good memories to keep our hearts smiling.

Happy birthday, Neicy!!

Clarity

How can I ever believe that you love me enough to let me go?
No man can ever love someone that much
If you loved me then you would never let me go
Your love for me would make it impossible for you to even breathe
Without me there with you
To live away from me is a torture you couldn’t fathom

Would never intentionally inflict upon yourself
If you loved me then only God could separate us
Only God could stop your eyes from gazing upon my flesh

My happiness
No you don’t love me
You only wanted to use me
And I let you
Because I love you and would put up with anything
To be with you

McDonald's Monopoly

Y'all, for real... I have gone over the edge. I am forcing people to eat McDonald's all the time. I'm eating the junk, too. It's so bad, y'all. I have gone way, way, way too far.

Okay, now that I have absolved myself of the guilt... I would like each of you to consider sending me your monopoly pieces if you're not playing. I would really appreciate it.

Just write me a personal e-mail or leave a comment here on the blog and I'll be sure to get back atcha...

PeacePowerLove

The Movement of Millions

In lieu of this past weekend’s march in D.C., I thought it necessary to reflect on the outcome of the last three marches and contemplate what we can expect from this one. Forgive me if there have been more than three marches but I’m only aware of the Million Man, Million Woman and Million Youth (I think that name is right).

First off, this thought was inspired from remarks from Tavis Smiley on the Tom Joyner Show. He noted that he found that black people are in an anxious, if I may… desperate state. We (black folk) tried to play the game that was set for us by ‘the man’ and now we are disillusioned because we still aren’t gaining. He felt it in the air.

I agree that we aren’t included in the game but I also recognize the state of black union. There is no union.

There is no way that we can demand a fair game if we have 20 million people asking for twenty million different things. It just comes across as chaos and therefore we are easily ignored.

I think one of the biggest problems we have is that we continue to ask for help, assistance… rules to the game. Have you ever been over to a friend’s house and decided to leave when they started cheating just because it’s their game? We should take on that mentality and bring our butts home and play with our own toys.

Wait, let me explain. NO, I’m not talking about some mass move back to Africa. Frankly, I’ve never been to Africa so ‘back’ is an impossibility. I was born and raised here in the United States of America so here is where I’m staying. I’m referring to a mental move back to ‘our spot,’ the place where we find comfort and encouragement.

Here’s my idea. We should stop trying to fit in and spend more time exploring our gifts, the contributions we can add. If we develop our communities, encourage our youth, explore our dreams, expand our minds and cultivate our offerings I promise you that ‘they’ will come. The rules of the game will evolve to include the people who bring lucrative offerings. The rules will change in our favor so that we will feel comfortable enough to play.

But first, we must do something. Individuals, communities, families… We must ALL do something. I would say each one reach one but we are in a place where that is not enough. Each one reach a hundred. Exponential outreach is the only way to go.

Lastly, the marches are played a little but I do see a need for folk to gather together so I’m not going to knock it. But remember this, after every march there is a slight jump in community service but nothing big. We need a big thing done in a big way because we are hurting, y’all… BIG TIME!

Disclaimer: I am in no way discouraging any and all types of interracial relationships (some of my closest friends are white) but I do see a need for more from us in our community. We need to help us as much as possible.

IQ Test

Here's one question IQ Test to help you decide how you should spend the rest of your day......

There is a man who is mute who wants to buy a toothbrush. By imitating the action of brushing one's teeth, he successfully expresses himself to the shopkeeper and the purchase is done.

Now if there is a blind man who wishes to buy a pair of sunglasses, how should he express himself?

Think about it first before looking at the answer...

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He opens his mouth and says. "I would like to buy a pair of sunglasses."

If you got this wrong - please, just call it a day.

-- Rejoice With Me --

Forwards

Okay, I must admit right off the bat that I'm not a fan of forwards... at all.

Actually, there are very few I appreciate and I give my friends a low-down, for real for real lecture on sending forwards to me. Basically don't do it but if it must be forwarded please don't make it an everyday thing. I can't take it.

I've been having this same spiel for years now and I think I' have been successful at nipping this irritation in the bud, even if it has cost me a couple of e-mail buddies.

The recent thoughts I've had on this is that I just may be wrong for never, ever forwarding a religious message. You know the ones that say 'fwd this if you love Jesus' or 'If you've been blessed and want to bless others with the word of God then you'll fwd this or else you're doomed to hell.'

lol

Now I don't believe the dire circumstance predicted as punishment for my refusal to fwd but lately I have been re-thinking my very strict rules on fwds. I guess it wouldn't hurt to send a couple of things along. I'll make a compromise though and at least put some kind of comment at the beginning just to personalize it.

We'll see how it goes.

Hezekiah Walker- I Need You to Survive

The lyrics to this song are dedicated to the loves in my life...

I need you
You need me
We're all a part of God's body
Stand with me
Agree with me
We're all a part of God's body
It is his will
That every need be supplied
You are important to me
I need you to survive
You are important to me
I need you to survive
I pray for you
You pray for me
I love you
I need you to survive
I won't harm you
With words from my mouth
I love you
I need you to survive

This songs says so much with so little. J

Disaster Aid

I know this girl who knows the people that were affected by the hurricane in their small town. They have been surviving on the food from FEMA.

Since this girl was there visiting her folks in said small town she decided to get in the line to get a couple of boxes herself while she was there. She was just curious and didn't think it would hurt because she could then hand deliver it to a needy family who couldn't get to the relief center.

Come to find out the food these folks are receiving in the relief boxesthat are loaded in their cars and trucks include small snack packs... about 24 to a box. The boxes are all the same (how boring is that?) and include a small can of beefaroni, a packet of peanut butter, two packs of crackers (4 each pack) a small apple juice, and a Little Debbie oatmeal cake (the ones with cream in the middle). That's the extent of it.

Oh yeah, they can get as many as 4 bags of ice and two gallons of water.

I know, I know... hungry people need all the help they can get, but dang can they get a little variety. That's why this friend of mine saw so many people over at the Salvation Army truck. Even those turkey sandwiches looked better than that damn beefaroni, I bet.

Question of the day: Is the girl in the wrong if she decided to keep one of the boxes for her lunch for work because they were just the cutest little things?

The Gospel

All of that build-up, all of the waiting... for what? For this.

The movie was okay. The singing was good enough but the direction of the director was not clear. The acting was okay -- Idris sounds like he has a juicy mouth. I think he has a British accent in real life-- Boris was trying but he couldn't cry to save his mama's life (lol) --Tamyra and Donny are new so they get a pass. The dad (Clifton?) was good and I also liked Ms. Ernestine. Nona did okay but she definitely came off like a weird lady in the movie. I wouldn't be surprised if we found out she killed her whole family later on (the character not the actress... lol).

So, after all of that build-up, I rate the movie a 3 on a 1-5 scale. Hey, they are black so that gets them 2 automatically and then the music pushed it up to one.

That's my movie rating and I'm sticking to it.

George Bush

What I'm thinking about these days...

I have a friend who hates everything about W. I can't even mention him in her presence without her going off on the poor man. Here poor man is not quite an accurate description but you get what I'm saying.

Well, I'm in no way a Bush supporter but my feelings for him are not that strong. I really think that I look at him more like a specimen to be examined closely so that we can learn from him. With that being said I have to say that I admire him in a way. George Bush is the ultimate example of success in the US. yes, he had a little more help from daddy's money than most of us will ever experience but look at it like this...

He is not the sharpest knife in the drawer but he somehow (yeah, it was based on a flawed count but whateva) obtained the best job in the whole world, president of the United States of America.

So what can I learn from this man?

I learned that he can bring a whole country into a situation (war) without any care for what the world thinks just because his daddy told him to. Dang... for real y'all, he could care less about what the world thinks of him.

Oh yeah, before Bush how many of y'all knew that a supreme court justice could come in and go right to the top... chief justice? I didn't know that and now I do. That's cold, huh?

That man is slick and I kind of like it when a man walks with a swagger. Then after I heard about Roberts I found out he wasn't the first so I guess it wasn't a precedent but I sure know it was cool as hell.

Lastly, not for real lastly but just for this post, who knew that a chief justice didn't have to be a judge? I didn't. Now I do and it's all because W said forget y'all I'm going to do it my way and put my people in place so that my mark will be huge in this world. And then again I find out that Miers wouldn't be the first. Even Rehnquist wasn't a judge.

Dang, W is the bomb because he is cocky as all get out and I love it.

I bet he's kinky, too.

Most of the art on my blog can be found on art.com...

Poetic Dribble

Dear reader, I know that of late I've been writing some really weird stuff but that's just what's in my head right now. I swear I'm not some morose, gloomy, sullen woman whose only joy is creating depressing, sappy, stinky poems. I'm really a fun, light-hearted spirit... for real, I am.

J

What do I need?
Who is required in my life?
Is there one love that surpasses all loves
And demands my affection
My attention
In return
Or am I here to share with whomever I can?
I felt that I loved you
I was in love with you
Deeply, truly
I needed you in my life
This was a definite physical wanting
That could not be denied
Or so it seemed
So I conceded
And gave you all of me
The way I thought it was supposed to be
We were a right thing
Not committed to the right way
As a result we failed
Daily
Then the pain turned to anger
And the hurt to deceit
I'm loosing again
Alone in pain
Now here I stand
Tears streaming down
My heart crushed
Yet again
Because I refused to follow the plan
So I'm hurting right now
Lost and confused
Please Jesus
Please Jesus
Ease my pain
Please Jesus please
Ease my pain
Only You can
But the pain keeps visions of You
Far away
I can't see Your glory
From the valley I'm in
But I know
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
That you reign supreme
All over the land
So I will stand and no longer be moved
Trusting You is what I will do
Whenever
Wherever
You are now my truth
Praising you
Brings me the peace I need
I want to praise your wonderful name
For the rest of my days