Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Lay Me Down

With this hear open wide, from the depths from the heights, I will bring a sacrifice with these hands lifted high. Here my song here my cry. I will bring a sacrifice.

I lay me down. I’m not my own. I belong to you alone.
Lay me down
Lay me down
Hand on my heart. This much is true. There’s no life apart from you
Lay me down
Lay me down

Letting go of my pride, giving up all my rights, take this life and let it shine!

It will be my joy to say.
Your will
Your way
It will be my joy to say
Your will
Your way Always!

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Love is...

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.

~Louis De Bernieres