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I am an SMC (Student Ministry Coordinator) as of today. A year + commitment. But I am glad.
Yesterday some friends and I spread out a blanket on the green green grass of Tiffany Loop and read under the glowing canopy of tree leaves. The sunlight danced on the pages of our books...and someone was practicing their flute, playing spritely melodies. It seemed almost otherworldly.
The sun has been shining a lot. Regardless of the dimness of the past week. The world seems to be in turmoil...ah.
If I am alive this time next year,
will I have arrived in time to share?
And mine is about as good this far.
And I'm still applied to what you are.
And I am joining all my thoughts to you.
And I'm preparing every part for you.
And I heard from the trees a great parade.
And I heard from the hills a band was made.
And will I be invited to the sound?
And will I be a part of what you've made?
And I am throwing all my thoughts away.
And I'm destroying every bet I've made.
And I am joining all my thoughts to you.
And I'm preparing every part for you.