"We are travellers…not yet in our native land" – St. Augustine
The Institute of Catholic Culture was the first Catholic organization I supported financially. Today on The Journey Home, one of the driving forces behind the Institute, Fr. Hezekias, was interviewed about his reversion to the Faith. Prepare yourself for Melkite awesomeness…
Take care of your body as if you were going to live forever; and take care of your soul as if you were going to die tomorrow.
– St. Augustine
Since today is the last day of Hanukkah…
If you could love me as a wife.
For my wedding gift your life.
Should that be all I ever need?
Is there more I’m looking for?
Should I read between the lines?
Look for blessings in the skies?
Make me handsome rich and white.
Is that really what you want?
‘Cause I am a whore I do confess.
I put you on just like a wedding dress,
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle.
I am a prodigal with no way home.
I put you on just like a ring of gold,
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle, to you.
Could you love this bastard child?
No, I don’t trust you to provide.
With one hand in a pot of gold
And the other in your side.
‘Cause I am so easily satisfied.
With the call of a lover’s soul as wild.
I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood.
‘Cause I am a whore I do confess.
I put you on just like a wedding dress,
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle.
I am a prodigal with no way home.
I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle, to you.
‘Cause money cannot buy
A husbnd’s jealous eye.,
When you have knowingly
Deceived his wife.’Cause I am a whore I do confess.
I put you on just like a wedding dress,
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle.
I am a prodigal with no way home.
I put you on just like a ring of gold,
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle, to you.’
Cause I am a whore I do confess.
I put you on just like a wedding dress,
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle.
I am a prodigal with no way home.
I put you on just like a ring of gold,
And I run down the aisle,
Run down the aisle, to you.
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No one lives alone, no one sins alone, no one is saved alone
Pope Benedict XVI
[Verse 1]
He is justice
He is mercy
He is spotless
Yet carried me dirty
He is jealous and gracious
Pursuant and patient
Always been brutally kind
He is gentle
But you can’t tame Him
[Chorus]
There is no one (No one)
No one (No one)
No one like Jesus
He has (He has)
He has (He has)
No rival
No one (No one)
No one (No one)
No one like Jesus
He has (He has)
He has (He has)
No equal
[Verse 2: Crowder]
He’s a king
He’s a servant
Voice of thunder
I hear Him whisper
He gives beauty for ashes
Gave His life in compassion
Always, we’ve been on His mind
He was buried
But Hell couldn’t hold Him
[Bridge]
My whole life, I heard ’em say
“You ain’t ever gonna make it boy”
Stop, replay
Them kinda words change the way I pray
No more “God is good, God is great”
I’ve been down before, I mean real low
But don’t judge my past, we all friends though
Forgiveness was the key I was missin’ bro
But my God is big, Jericho
So I stand with my fist held high
And my eyes gazed on the Most High
Lord, pour out Your love and Your glory
I know You supporting me, You the authority
I’m right where I’m supposed to be, You have a plan for me
Hope and a future, You said it so candidly
So as day after day goes by when y’all ask me to testify
I point my hands to the sky, my God