And I love when folks look right at me
And what I'm doing or have done
And lay it on about how groovy I am
And that I'm looking grand
And every single word makes me think
I'll live forever never knowing
That they probably won't remember what they said
Tomorrow, tomorrow I could be dead
The lust, the flesh
The eyes
And the pride of life
Drain the life
Right out of me
-- The Lust, the Flesh, the Eyes, and the Pride of Life, The 77s
The 77s
American Fast
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So, let's talk about Christian fasting.
Last week I had to prep to teach Isaiah 58, which basically says "Ya'll are
fasting to get me to hear you. Why don...
3 years ago
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Not super sneaky.
Also, please add post titles which include my name to the list of blogging no-no's.
How about we compomise with "Lyrics that will be posted on a random basis, but with less frequency than every day, fewer than eight lines, and at least some attempt to tie into the arguably pretty broad theme of this blog"?
What do you say? I'm extending the olive branch, here.
Where are the olives?
Rich,
If you can deliver, I will quiver with delight.
-Doug
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