Snippet
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real
tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” Plato
Scripture
For they eat the bread of wickedness, And drink the wine of
violence. But the path of the righteous is as the dawning light,
That shineth more and more unto the perfect day. The way of the
wicked is as darkness: They know not at what they stumble.
Proverbs 4:17-19 ASV
Song
Scott Stapp Sinner's Creed
A Prayer for Sunrise
Walking on that thin fine line
Keep hitting them rough roads all the time
Don't know what I'm gonna do with life
Think I've gone to far
Think I've lost my mind
Let me tell you a little story about a man who died
Tell you every legend tell you how he survived
He cried and cried and cried, cried and cried and cried
and cried
Don't give up on life
The only thing I must remember is
When there's nothing left to do
I pray for sunrise
The light will be here soon
I just pray for sunrise
Talk is cheap I know sometimes
Words keep trading places with living right
Tell me something I haven't heard
My time's not up haven't lost my nerve
Each day I must remember I have to realize
Cannot ever be a quitter til the day I die
I've cried and cried and cried, cried and cried and
cried and cried
Don't give up on life
The only thing I must remember is
When there's nothing left to do
I pray for sunrise
The light will be here soon
I just pray for sunrise
I'm bound and wicked please untie my hands
I'm a sinner who's living in a desperate land
I wrestle with flesh made of blood and sand
Just a little insane isn't that human
When there's nothing left to do
I pray for sunrise
The light will be here soon
I just pray for sunrise
When there's nothing left to do
I just pray for sunrise
The light will be here soon
I just pray for sunrise
I just pray for sunrise
Sentence Prayer
O Lord, let my soul rise up to meet you
as the day rises to meet the sun.
Glory to the father, and to the son, and to the Holy Spirit
as it was in the beginning, is now and will be forever. Amen
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