Hearts aren’t really our guides.
We are truly alone.
‘Cause God ain’t up in the sky,
Holding together our bones.
Remember we used to speak.
Now I’m starting to think,
Your voice was really my own,
Bouncing off the ceiling back to me.
God, this can’t be.
God, this can’t be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Come down, heaven.
Won’t you come down?
Won’t you cut through the clouds?
Won’t you come down?
Oh, my heaven, why do you have doors to close?
Do you have clouds to stop his voice on the way down?
God, this can’t be.
God, this can’t be,
God, could it be that all we see is it?
Is this it?
God, does grace reach to this side of madness?
‘Cause I know this can’t be,
The great peace we all seek.
Come down, heaven.
Won’t you come down?
Won’t you cut through the clouds?
Won’t you come down?
Did your clouds stop his voice?
And brother have you found the great peace that we all seek?
You say take a look around.
If there’s a God, then he must be asleep.
God, must be asleep
This is funny if you like Stand up. It has nothing to do with music its just funny.
So funny!
(Source: matthewpolitoski)
At my Starbucks after close, I noticed a guy in an suv drive up near the drive thru. He proceeded to get on his laptop and use our wifi. I went to the back room and unplugged the wifi router. I laughed my ass off as the guy continued to pull closer trying to find the Internet signal. He finally gave up. Oh I’m such an ass.
This is awesome.
