Snippet
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.” ― Maya Angelou
Scripture
A father of the fatherless and a judge for the widows,
Is God in His holy habitation. God makes a home for the lonely;
He leads out the prisoners into prosperity, Only the rebellious dwell in a parched land. PSALMS 68:5,6 NASB
Is God in His holy habitation. God makes a home for the lonely;
He leads out the prisoners into prosperity, Only the rebellious dwell in a parched land. PSALMS 68:5,6 NASB
Song
HEADPHONES BY BRITT NICOLE
She gave it her best
She tried to fit in
She tried to be cool
But she never could win
Her mom says she's great
The kids think she's weird
Honestly she wish she could disappear
Why you try, try to be like the rest of them
When you know there's so much more within
There's only one you
Here's what ya' gotta do
Whoa, whoa...
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
He gets in his car
He falls apart
It came to an end
And now it's breaking his heart
He wants to give up
Wants to try again
Honestly he doesn't know what he's feeling
Hey, you might not see it with your eyes
But keep your head up to the sky
The sun is coming through
Here's what you gotta do
Whoa, whoa...
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
So keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders
It's alright, no, it's not over
Love is here, it came to dry up all your tears
Oh, can you feel it
Gotta believe it, gotta see it
By your side in the middle of the night
So keep your head up high and the dust off your shoulders
It's alright, no it's not over
Whoa, whoa...
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
Anytime you feel alone, put on your headphones
Love, love's coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
L-o-o-ove is coming through your headphones
So keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders
Coming through your headphones
So keep your head up high and dust off your shoulders
Coming through your headphones
Twinkle, twinkle in your eye
Listen to this lullaby
The sun is shining in the sky
I see love it's in your eyes
This aint' the first time you felt like this
This ain't the first time, this aint' the first time
This ain't the last time you'll feel like this
But it'll be fine
If you can just, smile
Sentence Prayer
Holy Father;
Open up my pores that I may soak up the Son
When my being is full of Your love
May Your brilliant presence blind my world
Amen
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