My life before 1 Corinthians 13

Subject: My life before 1 Corinthians 13 Sun Jan 18, 2015 5:29 pm

I was lost, I cannot lie

the day I told my mom goodbye

Then I was found, let the tear drop dry

Cross my heart and hope to die...

My tongue was most angelic as I would speak instead of write

I was a symbol of a cymbal clanging blindly through the night

History repeats itself...repeats...history

I foretold my own future and understood the mystery

I had the knowledge of a faith that could make a mountain move

yet I gave it to the poor, for I had nothing to prove

My body was bruised and I told all of my pain

Once it was all said and done, I had nothing to gain

because I was always in a rush and I was most unkind

I was jealous, bragging, proud...straight out of my mind

There was no honor in my anger as I was seeking only me

Spinning records of wrong songs made me delightfully flee

from the voices rejoicing...their protection I could hear

but I had no trust, no hope...and I could not persevere

I took a deep breath and it was death I had inhaled

The falling had finally fallen, and when I fell...I failed...

I remember that September like yesterday

and the day God took my mother away

There was nothing I could do, there was nothing I could say

and yet I was shown the most excellent way

Forgiven, I was given three gifts from above

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love

But the greatest of these is love...as Christ understands my loss

True love comes not from the heart...it comes from the cross...