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| Speak
softly and
Hark
to the
Wind
It blows ever mountains,
so gently across these buildings
and floats in some strange
Journey.
It speaks
sings
loves
laughs
cries
is
a word unspoken
It says -
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| Or at least to China!
Hey everyone, I'd originally planned on writing a nice long entry about, well, everything, but I've run rather low on time so I'll be brief.
I'm going to China. Gonna try to save the world, or at least as much of North Korea as possible! :)
I love you all and keep you all in my prayers. I hope that you will remember to pray for me, my team, and all of the missions around the world. May this be the year that the Lord retakes the world and a flood of grace washes this crazy dirty planet!
150 year anniversary of the Fulton Street Revival
200 year anniversary of the Pyongyang Revival
TIme for another one. :)
REVOLUTION!
anyhoo.
peace and God bless!
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| I see these glimpses into the lives of people.
The people I care for.
The people I enjoy the company of/
The people I know, love.
I see these glimpses and I think...
I wish...
that I could be part of it.
To know you, each one of you, and to be known.
To cherish and be cherished.
No longer apart, separated, different.
I want to be your friend, and to have a good excuse for hanging out: "just because"
I wish I were allowed to care for you, pick you up, comfort you, make you laugh.
I look back on a year devoid of memories.
Where was I? Where were you?
But...
You belong there, each to his or her own place. You have your community, your space, your friends. You have a good life and are happy.
I have no right to intrude.
But I'll be standing here, wandering around as I always am. If you need to get away for a day, for just a moment, I'll be more than glad to accompany you in a romp. And then you can go back to where you belong and me... to where I belong.
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| Fade, sweet night, sun bright, into
Dark, so still, sleeping for the day
Hush friend and come lend
A hand, a shoulder, a soul
Come softly, hither to the edge
Look down, stare into the cool
Pool
Drink with me, cheer
The crystal cold calm
Let lie the warmth of the night
Our hearts, this night, let lie
The stars whisper quietly, list
Hear you, their laughter
Ever after
Remember me, when the nights are cold
For, ever I think of you
Time waits not, wants not
What's not to want, of friends
We meet, we part, we parcel
And the days go by
by, by.
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Night cool breeze flow
window whisper whistle wind
wait
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Comes tomorrow o'er horizon hill
Comes the birds singing
Comes the quiet eve
Waits the night above
Waits the quiet
Waits me here
Speaks of worlds and wonders wide
Speaks the wisping vesper
Speaks to night
Lies the Huntress of the night
Lies she amidst the stars
Lies me down
Come tomorrow
Wait for me
Speak my name
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| "Sometimes, I stand here on the platform and watch as the train leaves. I watch until it's out of sight, over the horizon. Then I sit down in my dusty little corner and watch the sun set and the stars come out. It gets cold, without a fire to share and glasses to toast with. Then I stare down the tracks and wonder.
I hear a distant whistle of a coming train and for a moment...
But I shake my head and laugh a little as I hear footsteps come onto the platform.
Another person to talk to, at least for a little while, so that they don't get tired waiting for their train to come in. I'll break my bread and light a fire, I'll make them laugh until dawn. The train will come in and they will enter. They will enter and find someone sitting next to them that will go the rest of the way, together.
I'll sit again, and drink that cold water and watch the sun set, stars rise, moon shine, and wait for the next one.
It's cold at night."
- The Journeyman Writings
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