When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.
You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up: To more than I can be
There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.
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2 comments:
*hugs ya*
we can only feel as deeply blue as we can feel intense rainbows,
we can only be as weak as we can be strong...
So maybe if we can feel freak'n awfully weak that also means we must be freak'n awfully strong to allow ourselves to feel that weak.
xx Ilka
:) all placed..
with thought...
had a awesome convo tonight...with my dear friend rob!!!
but my heart still burns...
are not the rainbows like gold
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