... thee muse i wake up to: 

"Wake up

Ur beautiful, loved and blessed

Feel me? (I think I do)



When U found me I was just a piece of clay

I was 4mless, U gave me a new name

With the breath of life I now live abundantly

All I needed was the potter's hand

And the blood on Calvary (that's right)


But 2 much power (tell it)

Can can sometimes turn 2 shame
2 much desire
Sometimes makes U feel the same (come on)
But 4giveness is how U win the game
I begged 4 truth, now I know the truth
And that is when U came and said I was...


Beautiful, loved and blessed
I'm better than the day b4
Cause U made me confess that I am...
Beautiful, loved and blessed
When U're free U're really free indeed
All U gotta do is just plant the seed


A constant battle 2 stay ahead of the game

Is anybody famous when everybody wants fame?

Always trying 2 break U down

Thinkin' that'll raise 'em up

I just wanna b happy

Come take this bitter cup from me



If I were ever 2 write my life story

I could truly say through all the fame and glory

I was just a piece of clay in need of the potter's hand

Cause when U whispered in my ear

The words I so now understand, oh..." prince & tamar 'beautiful, loved and blessed'... 

i walk past a whirling dervish in the sand returning from the bank on an errand; walking along the beach... 
window cleaners are mountaineering alongside a high-rise being cleaned
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very interesting chat @ our weekly "talk & tea": ann talks about meeting a man who cycled around africa  sister katie elaborates on forgiveness...