When you Run...feel His pleasure
Where does the power come from to see the race to its end?
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Comment by aza spade— 2008/07/09 @ 04:09 PM — (Reply)
Comment by mos— 2008/07/09 @ 04:24 PM — (Reply)
Chariots of Fire! Another great Conservative Movie!!!!
Comment by EDGE— 2008/07/09 @ 04:35 PM — (Reply)
Comment by Elmers Brother— 2008/07/09 @ 04:59 PM — (Reply)
Oh, to feel His pleasure.
Comment by z— 2008/07/09 @ 05:47 PM — (Reply)
Ditto, Z.
pure joy.
I can't believe I haven't seen this movie.
Hello, Netflix.
Comment by Pinky— 2008/07/09 @ 07:14 PM — (Reply)
Edge did a great job of reviewing this movie also...it's probably #1 or #2 on my list of favorite movies
Comment by Elmers Brother— 2008/07/10 @ 06:21 AM — (Reply)
Comment by Brooke— 2008/07/10 @ 06:03 AM — (Reply)
Lol, me too Brooke, and I've been meaning to for years.
Comment by kevin— 2008/07/10 @ 04:25 PM — (Reply)
Once upon an average morn
An average boy was born
For the second time
Prone upon the altar there
He whispered up the prayer
He'd kept hid inside
The vision came, he saw the odds
A hundred little gods
On a gilded wheel
"These will vie to take your place,
But Father, by your grace
I will never kneel"
And I saw you, upright and proud
And I saw you wave to the crowd
And I saw you laughing out loud
At the Philistines
And I saw you brush away rocks
And I saw you pull up your socks
And I saw you out of the blocks
For the finish line
Darkness falls, the devil stirs
And as your vision blurs
You start stumbling
The heart is weak, the will is gone
And every strong conviction
Comes tumbling down
Malice rains, the acid guile
Is sucking at your shoes
While the mud is fresh
It floods the trail, it bleeds you dry
As every little god
Buys its pound of flesh
And I saw you licking your wounds
And I saw you weave your cocoons
And I saw you changing your tunes
For the party line
And I saw you welsh on old debts
I saw you and your comrades bum cigarettes
And you hemmed and you hawed and you hedged all your bets
Waiting for a sign
Let's wash our hands
As we throw little fits
Let's all wash our hands
As we curse hypocrites
We're locked in the washroom
Turning old tricks
Deaf and joyless
And full of it
The vision came, he saw the odds
A hundred little gods
On a gilded wheel
"These have tried to take your place,
But Father, by your grace
I will never kneel
I will never kneel"
Off in the distance, bloodied but wise
As you squint with the light
Of the truth in your eyes
And I saw you, both hands were raised
And I saw your lips move in praise
And I saw you steady your gaze
For the finish line
Every idol like dust
A word scattered them all
And I rose to my feet
When you scaled the last wall
And I gasped
When I saw you fall
In his arms
At the finish line --- Steve Taylor
Comment by Papa Frank— 2008/07/10 @ 05:04 PM — (Reply)
Comment by Elmers Brother— 2008/07/10 @ 06:49 PM — (Reply)
and the singer for Aerosmith ;)
Comment by kevin— 2008/07/14 @ 06:35 AM — (Reply)
Comment by Elmers Brother— 2008/07/14 @ 06:45 AM — (Reply)