besides the brief bouts of sunshine, today is a perfect damien rice sort of day: nine crimes, piping hot green tea, and a couch to snuggle on.
it's beautiful how God controls so many different types of weather all at once.
like His very own symphony.
you should know by now
that your darkest hour
is when your broken heart goes down
it's a bitter end
when the sweet begins
grace is sufficiency
but, oh dear, we'll never deserve it
no dear, we never could earn it
now, here, the choice is yours
who are you gonna be?
when you're on your knees, who do you believe?
fear is a lonely man
you've been given innocence
you've been given innocence again
