Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above. I'll praise the mount I'm fixed upon it, mount of thy unchanging love.
Jesus sought me when a stranger wondering from the fold of God. He, to rescue me from danger interposed His precious blood.
Prone to wander Lord I feel it prone to leave the God I love. Here's my heart, Lord take and seal it, seal it for they courts above.
when they're just out of reach
You're walking somewhere and in the distance you see your friends, and not just the acquaintance kind, but your real friends who you are in love with. The friends that you love so much that when you look at them you see the most beautiful thing. You see them in the distance smiling and talking about who knows what. You want to call out to them, or run to them, but they are too far away and you would never catch them in time. The closer you get the more you just want to be by their side talking and laughing with them. The closer you get to the place where they were standing, the further away they get from it because they have now started to walk away. If you think about it, I mean really think about it...
And that's why I feel like a hippie?
I am so full of love, for Jesus, the lover of my soul, for my friends here at school, for my friend at camp and my friends all over the place; for my beautiful, smiley campers and for my family; for people that I have never even met. Some days I feel like I might burst at the seams from the fullness of it. What a wonderful feeling to have. And that's why I feel like a hippie.
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