Tuesday, June 13, 2006



Did you come that we might just survive? Did you come so we could just get by? Did you walk among us, so we might merely limp along beside? I was bound, I have been set free, but I have settled for apathy. Did you come to make me new, and know I'd crawl right back into the skin you found me in? It's where I am, not where I've been. You make me want to live. You came to shake us, and to wake us up to something more, than we'd always settled for, and You make me want to live. We've all been up on the mountain top. A golden glow that's bound to soon wear off. Then it's back to the mundane telling tales of glory days, when we were hopeful that this change was here to stay. So why would a young man live in a waste land, when the castle of his dreams is standing by? Why would a princess put on an old dress to dance with her beloved and a chance to catch his eye? You make me want to live. You came to shake us, and to wake us up to something more, than we'd always settled for, and You make me want to live.
(Nichole Nordeman, Jay Joyce)

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