Anybody Out There

Sorry for the multiple lyrics posts, but this song hit me pretty hard this last week on the way in to work…

Sometimes while I'm driving
Trying to find my song
Looking for the answers
And where I do belong
Finally the children are bringin' me back home

(chorus) Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Is there anybody out there
Does anybody care
Are the people really there
Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh
Is there anybody seeking
Does anybody see
Or are they deaf and dumb like me

Sometimes when I'm drivin'
Lookin' for my song
Lookin' for the answers
And where I do belong
Finally the children are bringin' me back home

(chorus)

Sometimes when I'm drivin'
Still lookin' for my song
Lookin' for the answers
And where I do belong
Finally sweet Jesus is bringin' me back home

(chours)

That He died upon a tree.

— Burlap to Cashmere, Anybody Out There

You Are

Lord of empty space
You breathe and then create
Before the earth was made
You are
The King of every age
Outside of time and space
The heavens speak Your name
You are
You are

Lord of brilliant light
You separate the night
And everything inside
You are
The One who calms the seas
And every part of me
With just a word You speak
You are
You are.

I give You all of me for all You are
Here I am
Take me apart
Take me apart
I give You all of me for all You are
Here I am
Take me apart
Take me apart

Angels bowing down
Beneath the rushing sound
A voice that thunders out
You are
The one who holds the stars
And the beating of my heart
Exalted above all
You are
You are

(Chorus)

All I am I want to lay down at Your feet 3x

(Chorus)

— Tenth Avenue North, You Are

Friday morning Hangover

LOUD ANNOYING SOUND. (stupid alarm clock. smash.)

Light. (why did I open my eyes?)

Pain. (ugh. what’s that all about?)

Yes. I woke up with a hangover this morning. After one glass of wine last night. (Clearly my tolerance is, well, non-existant.)

But I had a great time. Because last night was my 27th* birthday celebration — the invitation set the tone for the evening:


We’re celebrating Dominic’s 27th* birthday with dinner at NoRTH!

Our friend is getting older,
It’s time for us to say:
“Happy Birthday, Dominic!”
In the nicest way.
So we’re taking him to dinner
Because we all like food-
NoRTH’s the place he’s picked to go
Because it tastes so good!
Our friend he has requested,
That rather than a gift,
You bring a piece of powetwy
To grace our dinner with!
So come meet us on Thursday next,
One half-hour before eight-
And please we ask you – for Dom’s sake –
Oh please, just don’t be late!

There was much merriment had — it was wonderful to spend the evening with some great friends. Several people also brought poems, just as Emily had requested in the invitation.

Kelly and Marianne spent the time waiting for us to be seated to write their own little impromptu poem:

Dom, you used to be my neighbor…
That’s so cool, did you play with light sabers?
But then you up and moved, and I was sad.
Ah man, why’d you have to make her feel so bad?
And then you went and bought a big-ass truck…
Whoa, you just made Kelly Kemp say “ass”… what the f….
… but I’m still glad you’re my friend.
Alas, this poem must come to an end.

The food was delicious. (If anyone wants to go back there again for dinner, please let me know. I’ll be happy to come along for company. 😉 Since we had reservations and it still took a while to get us seated, we were given a number of free appetizers when we first sat down. the Bruschetta with whatever was on it was DELICIOUS! (As was pretty much everything else there. Yumm.)

Krista brought the next poem — Spring, by Gerard Manley Hopkins:

NOTHING is so beautiful as spring—
  When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush;
  Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush
Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring
The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;
  The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush
  The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush
With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.

What is all this juice and all this joy?
  A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning
In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,
  Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,
Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,
  Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.

Dessert was just as good as the meal — alas, the Tiramisu had too much caffeine in it, and I was unable to finish it without staying up all night.

All in all this goes down in history as one of the best birthdays I’ve had. Thank you so much all of you that came, it is truly a blessing to be surrounded by you guys.

(* Actual age may vary.)

God Boxes

(I came across this, author unknown)

 I have in my hands two boxes
 Which God gave me to hold.
 He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black box,
 And all your joys in the gold."
 I heeded His words, and in the two boxes
 Both my joys and sorrows I stored.
 But though the gold became heavier each day
 The black was as light as before.
 With curiosity, I opened the black,
 I wanted to find out why,
 And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
 Which my sorrows had fallen out by.
 I showed the hole to God, and mused,
 "I wonder where my sorrows could be."
 He smiled a gentle smile and said,
 "My child, they're all here with me."
 I asked God, why He gave me the boxes,
 Why the gold, and the black with the hole?
 "My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
 The black is for you to let go."