Wives Submit to Your Husbands -Ephesians 5:22

You are a thunderous thing, wondrous king
The face of rival-less gods, deep in your thoughts
Come here, oh, closer to touch, never enough
Let me climb under your skin, oh let me in

From your lips a precipice
I hang from every word
Height and seeking
Oh we are reaching
New heights and seeking
How to keep them high

The calm of turbulent seas, fallen to sleep
And when the troubles arise, we hold on tight
How can a body contain something so great
My shell may suddenly burst out will come birds

From your, lips a precipice
I hang on every word
Height and seeking
Oh we are reaching
New heights and seeking
How to keep them high

We will find a way
We will find a way

{a.fine.frenzy.}

Can't Hardly Wait

I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?

-alice.in.wonderland.