When I am weak, this is when I become Srong

Imagine the "impossible" would I walk on water too? Would I fall at your feet? Would you make me greater than my weakness? Oh, to feel whole, enveloped in your love. Would I kiss your face, bathe you in my tears? Oh, Holy One, please forgive all the pain I caused you. Weakness, you give me for my safe return. When? Until then, I must trust in your plan. I will not forget where I came from ,, I will remember where I am going. Faith arms my Spirit, Holy Ones guide my steps, aw what sweet elation. In the quiet I hear Your voice speak. Be still, and I will guide your steps. Chase away calamities of life. With all my weakness's I will become strengthened. My Prayer

I'm pretty tired now, think I'll go to sleep now

Sleep? Endless torment or welcome old friend? Glad I haven't seen you for a while. I played the piano, too lazy to write down the notes. This time the music was for me. Just playing for the beauty of it. Pianos can be so comforting to my soul. Music delights my spirit as well as the beauty of sound. I have no idea how a piano works. I have no idea how my fingers know how to find the next chord, note, etc. Music has been my "Balm of Gideon". It soothes my soul and sends vibration, anticipation, liberation freedom from this body of clay. One of the only things I get to take with me. JOY! Ok, I feel pretty tired now, think I'll go to bed.