Come thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace; streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount!I’m fixed upon it, mount of Thy redeeming love. Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise, Thou mine inheritance, now and always: Thou and Thou only, first in my heart, High King of heaven, my Treasure Thou art...
Man, that makes me mad. I just spent 30 minutes typing a really long blog. I went to post it and I lost internet connection, which erased the entire thing. It's been a crappy couple of weeks and I felt better after typing it. But now I'm just angry and I don't feel like typing it all over again right now. So I'm going to bed or something. Night.
posted by Halley @ 11:27 PM
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May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in Your sight, O Lord, my Rock, and my Redeemer. -Psalm 19:14
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Sorry, Halley. Type it again! :)
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