| Clear the stage and set the sound and lights ablaze
If that's the measure that it takes to crush the idols.
Chuck the pews and all the decorations too
Until the congregations few then have revival.
Tell your friends that this is where the party ends
until you're broken for your sins you can't be social.
Then seek the Lord and wait for what he has in store
and know that great is your reward and just be hopeful
Cause you can sing all you want to.
Yes you can sing all you want to
you can sing all you want to
And don't get me wrong, worship is more than a song.
Take a break from all the plans that you made
And sit at home alone and wait for God to whisper.
Beg Him please to open up his mouth and speak
And pray for real upon your knees until they blister.
Shine the light on every corner of your life
Until the pride and lust and lies are in the open.
Then read the word and put to test the things you've heard
Until your heart and soul are stirred and rocked and broken.
Cause you can sing all you want to.
Yes you can sing all you want to
you can sing all you want to
And don't get me wrong, worship is more than a song.
Anything I put before my God is an idol.
Anything I want with all my heart is an idol.
Anything I can't stop thinking of is an idol.
Anything that I give all my love is an idol.
We must not worship something that's not even worth it.
Clear the stage and make some space for the one who deserves it.
Cause I can sing all I want to.
Yes I can sing all I want to
I can sing all I want to
And still get it wrong, worship is more than a song.
And you can sing all you want to.
Yes you can sing all you want to
You can sing all you want to
But don't get me wrong, worship is more than a song. |
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| i'm pretty sure one of the most awkward things you could ever experience is getting a booty call at 4:30 on a random monday afternoon in the wcl. and having the whole computer lab listen in to your side of the conversation as you kindly explain why it won't happen. |
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| okay, so i just realized yesterday that unless i find a guy within the next few weeks, i will graduate from a&m without ever having mugged down with a significant other at midnight yell and without kissing him when we score a touchdown while standing in the scorching sun. it makes me very sad even though it doesn't seem like a big deal. i guess i never really thought about it before because i just assumed that hey, if the other 45,000+ students at a&m will be able to do this, i will too. however, it seems like that's not the case. and not going to lie and i don't think i'd be overly dramatic if i said that it is kind of devastating to me. not so much the not having a guy part, but the not participating in such cute traditions at a&m while i'm a student, which is completely different from partaking in traditions as a former student.. =( *sigh* |
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| omg. this is the cutest thing ever. you know how in elementary school they make your write stories and junk? so my brother wrote one in second grade (he's only in third right now) that's titled "when i was 8." LoL. he's STILL 8 but that's beside the point. POINT IS..it's really cute and y'all should read it! [maximize for optimal viewing! look at the detail in his drawings!] cover
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