Twenty four oceans, Twenty four skies, Twenty four failures, Twenty four tries, Twenty four finds me, In twenty-fourth place, Twenty four drop outs, At the end of the day
Life is not what I thought it was Twenty four hours agoStill I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You, And I'm not who I thought I was twenty four hours ago, Still I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with YouTwenty four reasons to admit that I'm wrong With all my excuses still twenty four strongSee I'm not copping out not copping out not copping out, when You're raising the dead in me, I am the second man, I am the second man now, I am the second man nowAnd You're raising these twenty four voices, With twenty four hearts, With all of my symphonies, In twenty four parts, But I wan to be one today, Centered and trueI'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
You're raising the dead in me, I am the second man, I am the second man now, I am the second man now, And You're raising the dead in meI want to see miracles, see the world change, Wrestled the angel, for more than a name, For more than a feeling, For more than a cause
I'm singing Spirit take me up in arms with You
And You're raising the dead in me, Twenty four voices, With twenty four hearts, With all of my symphonies, In twenty four parts, I'm not copping out. Not copping out. Not copping out. (SWITCHFOOT)I'm a girlie girl. I love impractical shoes and cherish my flip-flops. I feel naked if I don't have makeup on. I have two cats and a cell phone with flowers as the wallpaper. I like pink (on certain occasions) but love black. I love cooking and making my house pretty (as long as it takes less then one hour) I think to much and not enough. My favorite metal on me is silver and my birth stone is fitting to my personality... solid and a little bit fiery. I keep my cool when every one is watching and totally loose it in dark places that are safe and warm.I am a college student and business woman. I did horribly in math but get economics and business as though it was my native tongue. I work at a bank, but that is not the life goal. I've done so many jobs that I have lost count.Some where along the path, I lost my passion. I know that sounds funny. I forgot why God put me here. I mean I know why, "To be a witness for Christ and to make disciples of all nations" but I once knew the how and the passion that comes with knowing His will beyond just the basic mission. I got caught up in the moment and forgot that the moment was supposed to be dedicated to God. That it is ok to be caught up but I can't put the moment before God.So now I get to start the long journey back to finding my real dad and changing from the inside out yet again. Maybe this time learning about my real dad and coming into a relationship with him will be less like a manic dream and more like a tender, pragmatic and effective relationship.
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