‘As ancestors go, mine are pretty unique From the depths of the oceans to tall mountain peaks The grief from their passing is replaced with a smile The sadness is lifted, depths of loss reconcile Pretty bright blooms rise right out of the ice Rain melts the snow, it is really quite nice Mud seems to grovel in crevices bare While salt from the ocean’s like crystals of air The bruises of sorrow on the skin of the soul Replace what the heart wants and what it still knows From the edge of a field to the top of a peak No words heard murmuring, no sounds here to seek Keep moving on ’til your cup runneth dry And remember the happiness each time you cry.
You’re not like me I’m not like you We’re like two peas In a pod that grew In some old garden Along an empty path So overgrown Mother Nature’s wrath. Someday our seeds Might come together fine But for now I wish you’re mine
When I first started blogging I saw a photographer (shout out to Jez) that used glass orbs to take pictures. I quickly went out and bought myself some and then my husband, my fiancee at the time, bought me some new ones in different sizes. I have yet to use them to their fullest capacity. No reason, just something I don’t think of when I am out and about. But I did find this picture to remind me.
Jim is the host: This week the theme is a song that reminds you of yourself.
When I think about all the songs that were “so me”, they obviously changed over the years. One that I found a few years ago, that I think I have used for other SLS week themes seems to really be what I’m about. When I am super happy about something I love to “run around” and be happy and when I am sad I love to hop in my car and drive around and sing until I feel better.
Lyrics
I’ve cussed on a Sunday I’ve cheated and I’ve lied I’ve fallen down from grace A few too many times But I find holy redemption When I put this car in drive Roll the windows down and turn up the dial
Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse Yeah I guess that’s my church
When Hank brings the sermon And Cash leads the choir It gets my cold cold heart burning Hotter than a ring of fire When this wonderful world gets heavy And I need to find my escape I just keep the wheels rolling, radio scrolling ‘Til my sins wash away
Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse Yeah I guess that’s my church
Can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse Yeah I guess that’s my church
Hey, can I get a hallelujah Can I get an amen Feels like the Holy Ghost running through ya When I play the highway FM I find my soul revival Singing every single verse Yeah I guess that’s my church Yeah I guess that’s my church Yeah I guess that’s my church
Stine Writing 
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