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I'll get back to the research on Peter and submission this coming week.
First, though, let's talk about last week. Wow. This is what my life looks like as I live this out.
Actually, I'm just going to write a song. Enjoy the lyrics... you'll never hear me sing it. :)

(Some background about me and this song. My family, where I feel safest and most at home, is very musical. We gather together on the holidays, everyone grabs an instrument, and we just play for hours. This is a song about how I am being written like a song; I'm a process. Also, if you find the puns, you get an A.)


There's an ache in the depths of my soul
and I know, one day, I'll find my way home

Pursed lips and teary eyes
Slowly gripped by the passing time
A draft under revision
A song waiting to be written

Your ways are higher
You never fail
I trust nothing but Your grace.
I know nothing but Your love.

Conversation-cold hands
Waiting to thaw in understanding
Tangled in chords
Minor steps forward

Your ways are higher
You never fail
I trust nothing but Your grace.
I know nothing but Your love.

Feeble knees shaking
Expectant heart breaking
A shift sentimental
A change not accidental

But, while I'm here, please hold my frozen hands.
Dry my misty eyes, and teach me how to stand.
Be my friend when I am alone.
Be my joy, my song, and my home.

I trust nothing but Your grace.
I know nothing but Your love.