Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy
excerpt from How He Loves Me
John Mark McMillan
This quote is from a song I sang at a church I visited recently. I'd like to think I'm an artistic tree in the wind of God, like this.
But I more often find myself discombobulated by God, like this.
Fountain, fountain
We are the same
You with the water, and me with the pain
Turning it over again and again
Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
We are the same
You with the water, and me with the pain
Turning it over again and again
Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
Fountain, Fountain
We are the same
All that anyone ever has for you
Are the things you reflect back to them
Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
We are the same
All that anyone ever has for you
Are the things you reflect back to them
Don't you wish you could throw your pennies back at them?
excerpts from Fountain, Fountain
Sara Lov
Hell yes, I wish I could throw their shit back at them. But no. They're my pennies now.
