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R E N T A L.
Grace Ke

i've been places, and i've done things. some i'm proud of, some i wish could be undone. but all things work together for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His will (Romans 8:28) and i know He's takin' me places.

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e hënë, 5 janar 2009

"A HOST OF IMPERFECTIONS"


i have to learn how to submit to people whether or not they tell it to me nicely.
oh Lord.


family lunch tomorrow (:



for the next few months, i am escaping all mirrors, shadows or photographs.
my hair was beyond gross for awhile. and now i've cut it on my own.
so its relatively okay now, but i've gotta go get it re-dressed.
siiiiigh.. there goes my dream of luscious va-va-voom curls.
ugh.




angel (:




heard this song the other day, and its a song i'd sing to God:

I'm a train wreck in the morning
I'm a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I'm a puzzle yes in deed
Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren't even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.

I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
And that's why I love you

I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
and that's exactly what I mean...

I don't know why you love me
And that's why I love you
You catch me when I fall
Accept me flaws and all
and that's why I love you


Grace ♥ 11:25 m.d.