Saturday, December 26, 2015

Make Me an Instrument of Your Peace


Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is injury, pardon
Where there is doubt, faith,
Where there is despair, hope,
Where there is darkness, light,
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much
seek to be consoled as to console,
not so much to be understood as to understand,
not so much to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
it is in dying that we awake to eternal life.

--- St. Francis of Assisi

Saturday, December 5, 2015

"It's Not The Spotlight", Beth Orton

 


If I ever feel the light again
Shining down on me
I don't have to tell you
How welcome it would be
I felt the light before
But I let it slip away
An' I just keep on believing
That it'll come back someday

It's not the spotlight
It's not the candlelight
Its not the streetlights
Or some old street of dreams
It ain't the moonlight
Not even the sunlight
But I've seen it shining in your eyes
And you know what I mean

Sometimes I try to tell myself
The light was never real
Just a fantasy that used to be
The way I used to feel
But you and I know better
Even though it's been so long
Now if your memory really serves you well
You'll never tell me no wrong

It's not the spotlight
It's not the candlelight
It's not the streetlights
Or some old street of dreams
It ain't the moonlight
Not even the sunlight
But I've seen it shining in your eyes
And you know what I mean

So if I ever feel the light again
Shining down on me
I won't have tell you
How welcome it would be
I felt the light before
But I let it slip away
I just live for believing
That it'll come back someday

It's not the spotlight
It's not the candlelight
It's not the streetlights
Some old street of dreams
It ain't the moonlight
Not even the sunlight
But I've seen it shining in your eyes
And you know what I mean
Yeah, I've seen it shining in your eyes
And you know what I mean

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

"Heal"

 


Take my mind and take my pain,
Like an empty bottle takes the rain.

And heal, heal, heal, heal.

And take my past and take my sins,
Like an empty sail takes the wind.

And heal, heal, heal, heal.

And tell me some things last.
And tell me some things last.

Take my heart and take my hand,
Like an ocean takes the dirty sands.
And heal, heal, hell heal!

Take my mind and take my pain,
Like an empty bottle takes the rain.
And heal, heal, hell heal!

And tell me some things last.
And tell me some things last.
And tell me some things last.
And tell me some things last.