Ten.

Let's finish this well, finish these 10.

It's perplexing. It's been awhile. And I've been thinking.
Then again, since when have i stopped?

There's been a lot to sort out and it will never cease until my dying breath leading to my reconcilation with the Father. The idea of having things to sort out implies mess, and with mess there is disorder.

This disorder I think is sin.

Sadly, it always aims at relationships. From the fall of man in it's relationship between God and humanity. Leading to the solution, Christ on the cross for our sins and putting perfect trinitarian relationship at risk, the Father, the Son and the holy spirit.

I conclude that it's going to take awhile to sort things. It's going to take a life time here on earth but not forever. And my great reward is to be conformed to the image of the Son.

With that, let's do it right. Let's do it with Christ.

Romans 8:28-30
And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those whom he predestined he also called, and those whom he called he also justified, and those whom he justified he also glorified.

An archive.

I shall leave this blog as an archive.
And as a memory.
And from these memories i learnt a few things.
About myself and about my God

I was saved and elected by Christ
I persevered because of Him.
I was taught by Him.
It is necessary that I suffer for His sake.
I will accept His Lordship because there is no other Lord.
I'm still imperfect.

God is good.
God is sovereign.
God is enough.

With that, I want to start something new.

Time

This blog will be gone for now.

Your voice has stilled the raging storms
The wind and waves bow down before
Your still small voice brings hope to all
Who wait on You, we'll wait for You
To lead us to the place where You'll restore our souls
And all our earthly strivings come to cease

Take from our souls the strain and stress
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Your peace

Bright skies will soon be overhead
We'll enter in to Heaven's rest
There'll be no death, there'll be no pain
The things of old will pass away
You'll lead us to the place where You'll restore our souls
And all our earthly strivings come to cease.

I've had questions, without answers
I've known sorrow, i have known pain
but theres one thing, that i'll cling to
you are faithful, Jesus your true

Currahee

Thought over so many things lately.

On the mountain i stand alone. When i fight, i fight alone. When i fall, i fall alone. When i die, i most probably die alone.

Sick and tired. And that's probably how i'm feeling now, every sense of it.

I don't think i can get up anymore.

Hélas

To drift with every passion till my soul

Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,

Is it for this that I have given away

Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?

Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll

Scrawled over on some boyish holiday

With idle songs for pipe and virelay,

Which do but mar the secret of the whole.

Surely there was a time I might have trod

The sunlit heights, and from life's dissonance

Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God.

Is that time dead? lo! with a little rod

I did but touch the honey of romance

And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

-Oscar Wilde

Living on borrowed time.

This made me smile.

Aces High.

There goes the siren that warns of the air raid
Then comes the sound of the guns sending flak
Out for the scramble weve got to get airborne
Got to get up for the coming attack.

Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines
Remove all the wheelblocks theres no time to waste
Gathering speed as we head down the runway
Gotta get airborne before its too late.

Running, scrambling, flying
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live. aces high.

Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers
Let off a sharp burst and then turn away
Roll over, spin round and come in behind them
Move to their blindsides and firing again.

Bandits at 8 oclock move in behind us
Ten me-109s out of the sun
Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them
Heading straight for them I press down my guns

Rolling, turning, diving
Rolling, turning, diving, going in again
Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die
Run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high.


"We shall go on to the end. We shall fight in france. We shall fight on the seas and oceans. We shall fight with great confidence and great strength in the air. We shall defend our island, whatever the cost maybe. We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields and in the streets. We shall fight in the hills. "

We will never surrender. Whatever happened to that?

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This a one peace two piece thing. The speed of sound and another accident, drums, drums i hear the drums. Soon, tomorrow would come and i would be on my way back home. Kick out the roadside telephones and tell me what it is to be left there. Common sense out the window, i say tomorrow the sun would set. Sure enough, the rising of the sun a reason to come back again. And it better not, cause i'm missing you bad; this bottle is bringing me back home. Your note, i'm reading again. You won't find anything here. Oh, don't leave the razor blade lying around. I'm missing your love and missing your beat. Put your feet on the ground, let your temperature drop down. May i remind you again, that this is a dream and in your dream you can do anything you please. Hear those bells? They ring. It's running, it's running on empty. My knuckles have turn to dust, there's no turning back tonight. Kiss me one last time. Your not here with me, your not here with me. I can't see your hands tonight, again. Up and up; transpose. Drowning in my sleep, drowning in my sleep, drowning in my sleep. Cause i'm sick of this town, sick of this bleeding. And i remember when i stand, why i stand. I was just a stupid kid back then, i'll take back every word that i said. And i'm head banging, and i like to do that. Remember when i said, i love you. Destroy the vampires. Man, i tell you, i am not qualified. Wouldn't it be nice to bottle those clouds and give them to you. Come, and headbang with me. Ebola is the virus that liquifys your insides, the last outbreak was august 30 2007. Your in a chicken coop with a 100 other chickens shouting "Get that nook". Do you wanna jump those hoolahoops? And i want to shout the words that i have long abandoned. I'm stupid. yeah i get that too. oh dot.why me. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close and stay clear. Hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember, always remember. Hands down.

I don't have to explain all the time right. I don't have to make sense.