Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Most missed about the hometownship

that merited a pertinent day trek home: the dear ohana. Sometimes oftentimes, I sorely miss mi familia and their kooky antics, and abbreviated telephone calls suffice not. 'Tis a progressively perturbing thought that my parentals are aging by the day and shall one day not be around and about. I really ought to show my love for my famaree more. And they always lavish so much lovin'. Case in point -indulging my ardent craving for refined sushi scrumptiousness at our most favored local joint. It boggles my mind how good God is for blessing me with such lovely chums in my life, specifically, ones who bombard me like so
before extensive chitter chatters into the early morn.

Lead me to the cross
Where Your love poured out
Bring me to my knees
Lord I lay me down
Rid me of myself
I belong to You
Lead me, lead me to the cross
To your heart (x2)
Lead me to your heart (x2)

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