Hi everyone! Here is a low-maintenance way to keep an eye on some things I'm doing in my life. Here's the history to the name of the blog: At the Department of Mathematics' Commencement Ceremony, it is a tradition for students to write his or her "Future Plans" and have this be read aloud while he or she walks across the stage. Partly because I prefer(red? I am starting this blog) a little anonymity and partly because I cherish a good joke, I enlisted the help of a most-poetic friend to help me come up with a playful "Future Plan." During Spring Break, we wrote potential words on Post-Its and came up with this haiku: Trav'ling whisperer: Lacking sound...waning silence Yearning to claim seas Have a haiku to share? Post it in the comments below! Thank you for reading! Samantha
There is something therapeutic for me in typing out lyrics... We are not what we should be We haven't sought what we should seek We've seen Your Glory, Lord...but looked away Our hearts are bent, our eyes are dim Our finest works are stained with sin An emptiness has shadowed all our ways Jesus Christ Shine into our night Drive our dark away... Till Your Glory fills our eyes Jesus Christ Shine into our night Bind us to your cross Where we find light Still we often go astray We chase the world forget Your grace But You have never failed to bring us back Reveal the depths of what You've done The death you died, the victory won You've made a way for us to know your love Written by Joel Sczebel
"And why did they nail his feet and hands? His love would have held them there." "Why?" by Michael Card & John Michael Talbot The melody and singing sound really medieval and so I'm not a huge fan of those aspects - but, I do like the lyrics. Here they are below: Why did it have to be a friend who chose to betray the Lord? And why did He use a kiss to show them, that’s not what a kiss is for Only a friend can betray a friend, a stranger has nothing to gain And only a friend comes close enough to ever cause so much pain And why did there have to be a thorny crown pressed upon His head It should have been a royal one made of jewels and gold instead It had to be a crown of thorns, because in this life that we live All who would seek to love, a thorn is all that this world can give And why did it have to be a heavy cross he was made to bear And why did they nail His feet and hands, His love would have held them there It was a cross, for upon a cro...
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