Shut my mouth

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMerKVKssQU&feature=related

There goes

the damn

dagger

slowly

with pressure

tremendous

enter my

solar plexus

hit the

invisible

penetrate

the deep

leave clean

leave quiet

scar me something sweet

I want to stay awake forever

Humanity, drag me not down

Let me go; Lord, allow me up

Can I see how the stars taste?

Let a meteor shoot through

My brain so finite

My energy so weak

always needy

of everything

sleep,

air,

food,

what of these supplies

are not spelled by words

were they not made by Word?

My aim is for glory eternal

Would you grant this?

I know the way up

is the way down

So this is my request

one that I know not

Keep me low

so that I may arise

By paradox

in ways unorthodox

This music shoots through this tube, right

then hits these buds in my ears

they start to shake and vibrate

into something coherent

something that makes me move and groove

i tap my foot and nod my head

these little beats

do this to me

keeps me from sleep so pleasant

to think of things so far

so distant

this length is not measured by miles

something abstract

loftier than what my mental faculties can hold

I want to stay awake and soak it all in

drink up the world

breathe in genius

spit truth

I want to catch difficulty by the throat

only to embrace him

have him sit next to me at lunch

and sleep next to me

for it is through difficulty

that I will travel the infinite

and taste the stars

I bet they taste like milk

My tongue will glow through my mouth

sparkles dribbling down my chin

licking up truth from lips

drench my mouth with this

but first drench me with difficulty

Albert,

Who do you think you are?

Happy Super Bowl Sunday

Kids scurrying on busy streets

like rats in the dark when light meets

Waiting between cars to throw the pig skin around

Hoping for a miracle:

If the saints win, I'll bring my knees to the ground

And yell Hallelujah with a mighty chest pound

Families stock piling food fit for an army of kings

Ready for the big day? they ask

You can bet on it, son, they reply

Don't forget the dip

or else your fat buddies will give you some lip

let's hurry on up with church

three thirty is almost here

we have three hours and thirty minutes left

times a tickin'!

Dear God,

Let the Colts win.

Amen.

Let the beer flow

and the good times roll

dress me up

and black me out

tell me the score later

let's just get together,

and pass me a Budweiser

actually make that

a Bud lite

Make not too heavy

over too light

or else you just might

live the rest of your life

like you're too light,

when really you're so heavy

your fat butt can't go up to heav'n.

Dear God,

answer one prayer here

Help us

Amen

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1. JohnPiper
   Thank you Rick Gamache for the best sermon I ever heard on the Fatherhood of God and our adoption into it.http://ow.ly/14Uy5about 1 hour ago from HootSuite
   
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2. JohnPiper
   What I did without a TV tonight: Sang with T, talked with N about the future, and read "Same Kind of Different As Me". Sweet.about 2 hours ago from HootSuite

Defending yourself and the decisions you've made in the past against a room full of well-educated, articulate critics in front of the whole country with composure, grace, good humor and firmness, this takes a lot of something I don't have enough of--courage.