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I've always enjoyed the concept of love and showing care and affection purposefully. Love should be celebrated everyday but it’s good to set a day aside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;The series &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyricsbytia.blogspot.com/search/label/tia%27s%20memoirs%3A%20love%27s%20progression"&gt;tia’s memoirs: Love’s progression&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; is an amazing journey in retrospect! Wow, it really takes me back to some really critical times. God is truly awesome beyond compare. His Word is sure; His promises last forever. What He said in the beginning stands now and is set for the future!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sharing this series has been a great reminder of His Love, His desire to see us fulfilled in the dreams and desires of our hearts. So many times I go without remembering where I’ve come from. I thank God for this opportunity to remember and to show gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Sharing this series has also given me a greater appreciation for what God has given me over these last 3 years: the husband that I desired for year upon year. As many can attest to, it is rather easy to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;I have also been rather challenged with the sharing of these intimate memories. Those deep desires of my heart truly set a high standard that is extremely difficult to meet in the actual experience of marriage. In a way, these many words provide a state that I wish to attain, an appreciation for my spouse that I wish to grasp hold to. Life really gets in the way and again it is easy to forget those past feelings and longings when you have new challenges to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Keeping a record of your dreams, your prayers, your deepest desires and wants can be very fulfilling especially when you see them coming to pass one by one. You will be pleasantly surprised that some things you declared in the past are actually becoming so in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;If you think about it, remembering is what God called us to do. The children of Israel, just delivered from bondage in Egypt, had been on their journey to the promised land, the promise that they had hoped on for a very long time. Finally they were on their way to receive the promise but along the way they faced challenges and began to murmur and complain, willing even to return to bondage! Time and time again they were implored to remember where they came from and what God had done for them (See the &lt;a href="http://www.blueletterbible.org/Bible.cfm?b=Exd&amp;amp;c=1&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;t=KJV#1"&gt;Book of Exodus&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;So as I spend the day listening to my old love song favorites and dancing around the house with my chocolates and my men, I’ll also be remembering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Let’s keep remembering and live life with gratitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lyrics by tia 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;02/14/12 6:50-7:05am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-5817305152844444361?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have come to find that it is not, that in fact marriage can be very difficult for many, many reasons. &lt;i&gt;I Choose You&lt;/i&gt; has two parts, the first, featured &lt;a href="http://lyricsbytia.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-choose-you-part-i-demise.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, really speaks my heart on the intensity of the struggle. As part of this series describing &lt;i&gt;Fairly Seasoned Love&lt;/i&gt;, I feature &lt;i&gt;I Choose You (Part 2): My Destiny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I Choose You (Part 2): My Destiny &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Against all logic and reasoning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Against the world’s view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The statistics, the rumors, the “facts”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose to forgo the urge to give in to the pompous nudgings of tales passed down to me of old&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things I was lead to believe &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet unbiblical&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rather than distractions of everything else &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;From shows, the web and even the kids&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instead I choose to look at you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;To acknowledge you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not only with my presence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But with &lt;b&gt;my presence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The vows I said to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The one I first knew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But beau?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yoohoo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It is I you used to woo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who knew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That like the dew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It would evaporate away too...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;smile&gt;&lt;/smile&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yet every new day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dew once again graces the morning view&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you from beginning to end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;For you are my friend though sometimes I feel like you’re the enemy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choosing to hope upon hope that together we are meant to reach purpose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not only for that&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But my destiny is linked to you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I am reaching destiny &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So you’re not going anywhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till death do us part&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We are bound together heart to heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;From you I will never depart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Especially if I’m smart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our intertwining is art &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Painted on the canvas of God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lacing a path that we are destined to take&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best choice I’ve ever made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;For the difficulties of today cannot compare to the joys of tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I choose you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose my destiny&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyrics by tia 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-2454136032381487681?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Granted we hadn't been married a full year yet, it was an instrument of faith and gratitude. So here's to you, &lt;i&gt;My Husband of the Year!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Husband of the Year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love my husband—there’s so much to say, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’ll try to share briefly why my love is this way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's God's gift to me, wow, God really had me in mind,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;When several years before I was born Dr. Ajao Wale He designed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He’s such a great person, one with purpose and influence;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He endures the hard times, my inconsistencies and nuances;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves to learn new things, of this I am so proud; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I look forward to smart children who are a step above the crowd.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In times of difficulty he doesn’t pretend it’s not there,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instead he says ‘Let’s pray.' and we let God our burdens bear;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He chooses to believe God, walking in faith rather than fear,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And encourages me to do the same and exhibit a confident air.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He values my opinion and listens to me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves to see me smile and laugh, it's his very joy you see.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;His love for me is powerful like God’s very own kind;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;God truly sent him to care for me, such love is hard to find.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He helps me around the home in any way he can,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And 'tries a little tenderness' as should every good man,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He's funny and witty making life together cool, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh, and he takes &lt;a href="http://drajao.com"&gt;great pictures&lt;/a&gt;, an exceptionally talented guru!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He pastors me often, telling me to do what’s right, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I enjoy listening to him and his spiritual insight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He’s principled and disciplined; I have hope for our children,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That they will be well trained in our domestic dominion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He loves my family and his family is good to me,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He has really good acquaintances that are as kind as can be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He always makes new friends and includes me in the fun,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So don't be surprised if he asks you to be one!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know that he's not perfect though all of this you've heard,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But God Himself has promised in His enduring Word;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is for my partner in progress, my motivator, my friend:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He who started this good work in you will complete it to the end!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dr. Ajao Wale, I thank you for who you are.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pray God will bless you immensely and take you very far,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;In life and in vision and cause your dreams to come true,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Leading us through a life of divine purpose, making all things new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And although we’ve been married for a little less than a year,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know God will keep us and our union in His able care,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I trust that we will grow together as the time goes on,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And raise kids that will honor you like me, your daughters and your sons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love, your darling,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;tia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; 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He took on the task of choosing and loving me so boldly and while still baffled, I am forever grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just be to me…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just be to me all that you’ve ever been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My friend; my friend, even when others wouldn’t have been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sharing with me your thoughts and intellect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mysteries of things past and things yet to come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even things that were meant to separate us, but somehow made us stronger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You pastor me, leading me to the only One who can save&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unflinching in your faith in love and in the God of divine design&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pointing repeatedly to Him like the moon accused of possessing a brilliant shine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;His brightness emanates from your character even at times you would least expect it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My one and only love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many came and went&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;None could quite look past the distractions to discover me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pry open that stubborn mollusk to extract a lustrous pearl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somehow you did…I still don’t understand&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;May your reward be great&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My provider, the physical representation of God that works diligently to see my well being&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You do it by lending your ears to my uncertainties and fears&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Directing me back to the Lord when I loose focus,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;By embracing me tenderly in your arms,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking deep into my eyes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sharing your sincerity,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Offering pure intimacy which my heart truly longs for,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So that despite the issues I deal with at any given time,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remember that God has given me someone that loves me and lets me  love him back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;You are reciprocity, a state of being that I’ve always wanted to attain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I appreciate that. I thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It gives me that contentment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I can just be and that you can just be to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;All that you desire to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That’s all I really need.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, baby. I really do. I hope I can be all of these and more to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;tia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyrics by tia 2009&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-7428792461988554275?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Though my approach may have been faulty back then as someone meant to be pursing friendship, I am so grateful to be validated today. These words remind me of what I appreciate about my husband, things that I had really forgotten about…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Thank God for memoirs. Try creating yours. Just write or type out your feelings and thoughts on a day to day. You'll never know when your own words will minister to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tuesday, December 19, 2006 9:26 am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today as I gazed at DrAW!'s picture, I imagined being face to face with him...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;We're still just friends, right? 'Cause it doesn't feel that way...It feels like something is happening here. I've handled it…without a care, [smiling] at the thought of him and enjoying our conversations… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He shares his understanding of the Word of God so passionately, so appealingly. I feel like i'm being taught brand new, like i've never heard these truths before. I feel spoken to as he addresses my own personal issues and I recognize areas of my life that need to be changed. Compelled to read the Word for a better application of what he's shared,...it's like he's pastoring me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal;"&gt;The way he speaks is refreshing. His voice is like an eloquent medley. It excites me when I have the privilege of hearing it. His chuckle is sooo cute!...He is pretty on-point. I think his smile is grand and it appears that he shows it alot. He seems to know how to appreciate the simple things.  He can have a good time and be serious too...and his serous look is almost &lt;/span&gt;irresistible&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;He seems to be enjoying the friendship just as much as I. Our daily interaction has been rewarding. And in a simple, non-threatening way, he said he wants me to visit home so that we can get to know each other better. He recognized his own fallacies and wants us to meet so that we can view each other realistically. That is responsible...but it brings me to wonder. What will it be like meeting for the first time? Will time stand still as our eyes lock from the distance, straight-faced and in awe, forgetting our surroundings? Haha! Don't I wish! Or will there be all care-free smiles and hugs, excitement in the air especially at the comfort and peace. That would be so much better. I'm smiling just thinking of it.  Maybe we'll keep the wonder, awe, and eye locking for a time when we can spend real time together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope i'm not faulty in my approach, though I know i've faltered in this way in the past. But I thought I should make note of how I feel now in the event that they are validated one day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-6798992015915021907?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Honestly, like several friendships past, it threatened to become another ‘&lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=friendlationship"&gt;friendlationship&lt;/a&gt;’, as my approach and responses to guys had not changed. My victory was in that &lt;a href="http://lyricsbytia.blogspot.com/2011/02/twelve-guys-and-surprise-friends.html"&gt;he was different&lt;/a&gt; as I would find out with time (See story &lt;a href="http://lyricsbytia.blogspot.com/search/label/dating"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;I share this entry because it shows how many of us draw conclusions prematurely and can ruin authentic friendship. Mine was a long-distance friendship from the very beginning so my only ammunition was his pictures, his voice, and his written words; just enough to create an exciting love affair in my mind! Thank God that He decided to make it a reality :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wednesday, December 13, 2006&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;He just [called] me! It feels good when he calls...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yesterday I figured that he needs some space. I mean we talk practically every day. I thought he was trying to send the message that he will be backing off a little. I understand, I guess, especially since we're just friends and all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just friends. I can handle that... Yet, I tend to do things that counter this reality. Pulling up my favorite [picture] of him and staring at it for more than a few seconds, glaring into his eyes and wondering, wondering...wondering what he could be thinking, what he could feel at this very moment. The frow in his brow, the positioning of his soft lips, I wonder what I could do to remove that crease and feel those lips against mine. It's like how can a 'just friend' entertain such thoughts! His eyes so deep, the image so real as it displays his  perspiration. I wish to wipe it away with my finger tips and watch his lips part as he grins. I wish to lay my palm upon his cheek and speak to him gently, bringing my face in closer, allowing my forehead to touch his as we engage in intimate conversation. I place my second palm on his other side and craddle is sweet face wishing just to feel his kiss, his look of desire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;It must be wrong to feel this way, especially since I am supposed to be just his friend. I am glad that we were able to talk it out and acknowledge the fact that we left the case open to our individual interpretation of honesty. He told me what he wants in a woman and I fight the urge to try and become her...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-5593672946811577613?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was written in the midst of a confusing and chaotic friendship with a guy I thank God I was not ordained to be with. It turned out to be a prayer for my future spouse. Definitely a piece that helps me appreciate him now :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;…I trust God to take me to the other side of singleness…but I wonder if I can make the wrong choice or end up with someone that I am not ordained to be with. Oh how I LONG to be with the love of my life—the man who’s company I will enjoy for a lifetime, who I desire to be with, under whose vision I can submit and with whom I can work with and love. Lord, I fear that I could give in to something less than that and be subject to a life wondering if I could have received what I desire. Lord, You know the desires of my heart. I want a man who I can love…love for every aspect of his regular self. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;His laugh, his smile,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way he eats, the thoughts he thinks, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way he rolls, how his spirit grows, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;As he rightly divides the Word of Truth. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;His eyes, his hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The clothes that he wears…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The way he looks at me, his piercing stare. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fragrance of his cologne.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm, his company when I feel alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The tenderness of his kiss, the way I constantly miss him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;His strong hands, the demands of his work, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faithfully dedicated to what God has appointed him to do. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;His drive—oh, it makes me feel alive and a part of a greater calling—&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He stalls before he makes a decision. We seek God together with accuracy and precision. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We counter division and God makes provision. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We operate as one as God has ordained. We seek God’s guidance the same. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our relationship with Christ Jesus sustains us. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;We remain in His will and are still as we wait for His direction. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;In retrospection, I praise God and my heart overflows with joy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For all my life I’ve desired love like this, and here it is right before me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you, ______________, and I pray our love grows stronger as we seek the kingdom together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyrics by tia 2005&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-1225956272701336923?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes only God has the answer to why we go through certain things. Ultimately He knows better than we do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, why did I meet him when I met him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, why was the attraction so strong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I feel so good about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the whole situation was wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did he say all those things to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As if he himself could for see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That we would have a future together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that he could actually want me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As a delicate vase upon a stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With an immature man at hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He must first grow up and know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How to handle such a delicate being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For 3 months is not enough to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our paths cannot really coincide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I see you by my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aged and old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smiles of delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying one another’s presence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Learning to give and yet refrain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For maybe another woman ought to bear my name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And you, you’ve got so much to get together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your attraction to me—now that’s your problem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn’t pay to lead someone on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, why did I meet him when I met him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, why was the attraction so strong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why did I feel so good about it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the whole situation was wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lyrics by tia 2005&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-5120160190884274741?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You will even betroth me unto You in faithfulness and I shall know You, the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hosea 2:19-20 paraphrased&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Betrothal&lt;/i&gt; was written during my senior year in college at the &lt;a href="http://impactmovement.org/"&gt;IMPACT 2004 conference&lt;/a&gt; out of a determination to end my constant focus on love and relationships and focus on the Lord. Written about 2 years before I met my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Right now, it’s time to see You in a different light…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;As Companion and Friend, as Confidante, as Lover, as Husband. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord I want to know You &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I truly come to love You with my heart, mind, soul and strength. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That is, I begin to think of You every waking moment, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Smiling to myself at Your mighty acts and thoughtful deeds. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart skips a beat at the thought of being with You—&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;At seeing You one day! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My soul longs for You and I desperately seek Your presence, Your approval, Your applause. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do all I know how to please You! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I mean, I dress to make You smile, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I do things just so that You can notice me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I go places where I know You will be at, just to catch a glimpse of You. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dance in Your presence in the hopes that You would come and join me—&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or at least notice me! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wrap Your injuries as I care for those who are hurt. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I come and visit You when You’re alone by visiting those who are forgotten. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I skillfully prepare meals in hopes that You would enjoy them…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The destitute and hungry will testify of how enjoyable my meals are! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The essence of my poetry and lyrics will be my affection for You—&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh how glorious!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I want to start living like truly I have a love relationship with Jesus Christ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyrics by tia 2004&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-5407326375323299621?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Still very single yet having gone through heart break, I expressed my desire in words that seem pretty sappy in retrospect, but makes me appreciate what I can enjoy now in marriage. In essence, it is a call to let my kingdoms fall allowing God to have sovereignty in my heart, then and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to be in my man’s arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sit comfortably against his chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have him whisper comforting words in my ear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Converse with him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the struggles of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have him join me in supplication unto God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Through Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to smell a whiff of his cologne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And know that I am not alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That someone is willing to hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not judge or advise me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I’ll have to let him know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I would willingly receive his love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If he would let me love him in return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to feel his touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and if that weren’t enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To hear his concern and tease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And laugh or cry with easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s okay- I can be myself all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shifts in moods we may endure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We’ll learn to love in spite of it, even more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fall for me at first glimpse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or not realize his feelings until&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until maybe I lure him with my charm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or grip his heart with my song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or would he see the Glory of his God in me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will he recognize the produce of the Spirit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And be drawn by it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will he take note and keep it in his heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vowing his love for me will never part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simply under the sanction of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To begin something very special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I would undue my tight grip about this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Capture once again the love for God that I so miss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And desire more than a tender kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the one I would love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I let go of this world’s good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And follow after God everyway that I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing full well that He will lead me on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To something superb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I would let my kingdoms fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Placing down the idols I’ve adored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Including this man of my dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It all turns out to be in vain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once I get what I think I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One day I’ll be bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And realize that God alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Should have been my one and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want the God of my salvation to meet me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And bear me in His embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To touch my mind and heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And enlarge them,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Causing me to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That the greatest love is in Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the finest of things belongs to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I would just fear Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my innermost being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All that’s within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And put away all forms of sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Including idolatry and covetousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exchanging them for purity and righteousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only until then will I experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The humanly love that God has in store&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I place it in His hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desiring nothing more than to please Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If I seek first the kingdom…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which is the solution to all of this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What more does It say?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All things will be added unto me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to yield to Him everyday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And understand the significance of my reverence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To fully and willingly take hold, for this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is what I want, what I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;03-03-03&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-5491907997138944946?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Baffles me how much God honored my assumptions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;November 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear sweet lover…servant of the Living God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sit here musing, listening comfortably to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBpTLN4R4Cs"&gt;“Song of Solomon” by Ben Tankard&lt;/a&gt; alone in this apartment. I’ve just read a chapter of &lt;a href="http://setapartgirl.com/authentic-beauty.html"&gt;Authentic Beauty: the shaping of a set-apart young woman&lt;/a&gt;. See, I’m learning how to love Christ more by placing Him in the center of my existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In the past I have not known how to commit myself to Christ and still be in a loving relationship with a man. Yet this is to your advantage, for God has used this to keep me solely for you physically.  But unfortunately my emotional and mental self has not been as pure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This letter is to tell you how much I’m sorry for not keeping myself fully for you. I’ve been a dreamer all my life…and those dreams have been cluttered by fantasies of loving and being loved by boy after boy…then man after man. It’s just that it took a long time for me to discover that you were going to find me at a special time. I always went out looking for you, and when I thought I found you, I would give pieces of my treasure away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My treasure is very precious. God put it inside of me. I value it very much and I’ve made the decision to hereafter keep it until I truly am found of you. I anticipate that God may entrust me with more jewels. If He does, I’ll just be all the more blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m waiting for you, dear. It’s been difficult for me…very-but I know it’s probably been the same for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear tender love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know what to make of you. We may have already met or you may still be a mystery to me. At any rate, I desire to get to know you…the question is when. I began to ask the Lord if I could get to know you soon, but it just may not be the time. Especially since I’ve desired to be set-apart for the Lord in singleness and sanctity. I will come to a point in my life where my ministry will be revealed and I will walk in the calling that God has set out for me. I recognize that our callings do coincide because we will reach the masses together. It is just that now is the time for me to know the Lord more. If He sees it fit that we get to know one another at the same time, so be it. I just pray that I can be an enhancement to your life and ministry, not a hindrance…I want to be in the center of His will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Can I be your sweet, tender lover? God will give me the chance to love on you in a way that you can hardly imagine. Sometimes I wonder if my passion and desire for you is just out of place since we’re not together right now. But I believe that they are God-given emotions especially meant for you. I’ll wait for you, darling, and I look forward to getting to know you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear sweet love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Listening to “Song of Solomon” again.  I can just imagine sitting with you…we both gazing into one another’s eyes and sharing tender kisses. I know that I for one desire romance. I am going to wait for you with the understanding that the time we will have together will be far better than my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m going to start praying for you again. My prayer is that God would keep you in the center of His will. I pray that He will be more to you than anything! You will love the Lord your God with all your heart, mind, soul, strength, power, might and existence! The Lord will mean more to you than any other desires you may have. And you know what, dear? He will give you the desires of your heart as you delight yourself in Him. Keep seeking His kingdom, baby. Everything else, including me, will be added unto you. My prayer is that God will prepare you for intimacy above any other…Intimacy with God first, then He will give you the ability to be intimate with me. I pray all this in Jesus’ Name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So baby, we will see each other soon…and we’ll talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. I’m learning to be a set-apart woman. I pray that God will continue to make you a set-apart man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-4024708104697503127?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It will amaze you that God knows, He hears and He answers. These &lt;i&gt;Prayers for Him&lt;/i&gt; written around this time 11 years ago, give me that assurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Prayers for him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;…I lift up the man of my dreams.  Keep him Lord from making that wrong move or going that hard way.  Make him find his way to You all the time.  Continue to give him grace and please let him know that I am patiently waiting and because of that, he should take caution for my sake.  Thank You Lord…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;…I’ll voice my prayers over several other things but now (for the record), I lift up the man of my dreams.  Keep him whole Lord.  May he learn to stand alone with You now and the same for me that when we meet and later join forces to become one, that we would be complete in You.  Sanctify him, Lord, for Your mighty work and give me full cause to always love and honor him.  Bless him today that he will experience joy and peace today beyond his very understanding.  Draw him to Yourself and bless him.  In Jesus’ name. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proverbs 4: 23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep thy heart with all diligence; for out of it are the issues of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to keep m heart henceforth.  My heart has been expecting acceptance from a variety of angles, but now I declare, in Your power, that my heart must seek You.  For me, it is difficult to be sure that what I have been doing is all to bring You glory.  I know that Your love for me supersedes my comprehension.  But I really don’t get it.  I am not grasping this love.  It is here; it is real; it is mine- I’m sure of it.  But to understand it and to accept it with no physical markers is difficult.  I need the special grace to make it through this day knowing and sharing that love with everyone that I know.  It really is all about You. Lord, please put life back into perspective. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father, I lift up the man of my dreams.  He is seeking You.  He really needs You in his longings and over the decisions he has to make.  Draw him close to You.  Love him more that I ever could.  Give me the grace, Father, to begin acting fair toward him because I’ve failed to do so till now.  You know, I’ll wait. Father, please just be by my side as I do so.  Whisper powerfully in my ear when I am set to do wrong.  Those thin lines and “gray areas”, may I not nudge close to.  May all that I do and plan to accomplish serve only to glorify You and not myself.  May I exemplify Jesus like tia’s life has been ordained to do- no one else’s.  Mine.  And may I find joy in You, oh Lord, as I draw closer to the challenge.  In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics by tia 2001&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-1079556502340373493?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(It was during the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joshharris.com/i_kissed_dating_goodbye.php"&gt;I Kissed Dating Goodbye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; movement :) It was a time when it was important to depend on God as I waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Intimacy with God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wish to be held and kissed by a man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah this is normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to talk with one and really communicate and look eye to eye and learn from him and listen to him and to offer support his way the best way I can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sometimes wish to be in a man’s embrace and be comfortable there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to talk like I talk and be who I be around him Yeah, that’s what I want at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well my wish has been grated on the Spiritual realm! Puff! Up and behold my Creator-my Maker, the One who gave the Word and all elements obeyed See the MASTER who declared once that He loved me with an everlasting love and He showed it by a sacrifice. By sacrificing HIMSELF for me? Ah! But the creator, my Master-Emmanuel Himself took His omnipotence and rose again in glory so that one day I could know Him and the power of this His resurrection and the fellowship of His sacrificial suffering. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am held steadily by grace and a promise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am kissed by rich blessings of every breath I take. This is extraordinary-nothing like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I talk with Him. I really communicate with God and through the eyes of His very own Holy Spirit I learn from Him and I hear from and listen to Him the best I can and offer praise of which I must offer more and give to him my best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I often find myself embraced in His peace and no matter the havoc around me…I am comfortable and at ease! This is extraordinary—amazing; unheard of in this world’s mind! Whew! And I talk like I talk and I be who I be around Him knowing that now I represent Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lyrics by tia 2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-9099232433131902279?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So innocent and naive I was to believe that HE could have a special love in store for me...only to find that HE truly did 10 years later. HE is an awesome wonder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Rare Treasure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;…Now, how I feel ought to be expressed at this place and time. Yearning…perhaps needing another person to hold on to, lean against for softness and comfort. Not ready to exploit anything I have but rather seeking to hear and be heard…You know Lord, so constantly I feel this is the guy You are going to bring into my life…You know; the man of my dreams, unique through his precious eyes and his true concern for me. I often imagine his strong hands yielding to the delicacy of a course, beautiful face. You know-his sensitivity! Alright! So I’m dreaming too much! There’s no such man they say…but I say, I am a rare jewel and I will get a rare treasure. An initiator ready to state that he wants to further and deepen his relationship with Christ along with me, one who isn’t afraid to launch into the Spirit and truth of real worship. Umm, the man who will stand persecution for Christ’s sake and spend long hours talking lovingly of Him. He’ll have the sense of when the time is right- alone in moonlight, at the door…at the altar- just one fine smooch to fill my simple desire! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I think it’s this guy that will pop up to be that listening ear. But, for real, I kind of guess that it really is You. You want Your kids to depend on You for everything…I need to be brought to that place to ask questions and get answers from You alone. Love…sweet love-I’ll experience it first hand from the Savior and if I’m patient enough, He will give me that complementary man that will help me draw closer to Him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s all good-It is all good! You have plans that I will prosper and have an expected end. Your faithfulness is awesome…I thank You Lord. I love You so much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love You Lord,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;tia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics by tia 1998&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-4158422384283256463?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 8:31&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, You're Bigger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord You’re bigger than all of this, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re bigger than pain and oppression,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your bigger than sickness and depression, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re bigger than lack of direction, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re bigger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re bigger than what we hold on to, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When life seems so hard to bear. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re bigger. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I dare anyone to defy You &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For You’re bigger than all. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who can be against me when You are for me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re bigger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lyrics by tia 2003&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-7370454618538959559?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I proudly watch as he sits at his little toddler table and chair set feeding himself rice with a plastic spoon. It’s hard to tell if he’s a righty or lefty as he alternates the spoon in his hands. He’s grown so much as a terrific 2-year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sit and watch with a lot of thoughts on my mind. As many other young parents, I get concerned about whether he is eating well enough, if he’s getting proper nutrition and if I’m providing him with enough food options. Many times at meal time I begin to panic, wondering what would be the best choices for him, as they do get rather picky at this age.  If there is anything I would spend a fortune on, it would be piece of mind about his food!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As he sits here and ceases eating to start playing with the food, I remember my grandmother particularly who would sit and watch me eat as a little girl in just the same way; well, except that she would have a switch in hand since I would never eat. I remember chewing food reluctantly and many times tearfully as my grandma watched me with scrutiny. Thinking over it now makes me wonder what was going through her mind as well. I can imagine her worry as she sat there, her desperate attempts to make me comply and the many prayers she prayed. Her intent was not to force me to eat meals that I did not enjoy but rather to ensure that I was healthy and grew strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Okay, MM”, I say as I stop him from sprinkling rice through his fingers like sand and  making it pour all over the table and floor. He falls to the floor and wails in protest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terrific. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food is meant for nourishment and pleasure; may we and our children always enjoy it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lyrics by tia 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-6554866720943280544?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am no longer dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When did it come to this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really just want to quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how I can go on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gather myself, take victory from all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot afford to have destructive thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Determined to rise and live on instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say yes to life. I am no longer dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh O…………h Lord! Oh, O………h Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh O…………h Lord! (2X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daily I struggle…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My very heart deprived&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It must be better than this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hear my heart, hear my thoughts; take heed to my call!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gather myself, take victory from all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot afford to have destructive thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Determined to rise and live on instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say yes to life. I am no longer dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gather myself, take victory from all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot afford to have destructive thoughts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Determined to rise and live on instead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say yes to life. I am no longer dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh O…………h Lord! Oh, O………h Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh O…………h Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There’s nothing left to embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But for one glimpse of Your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lead me Lord, Lord take control. Before You I fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Lyrics by tia 2010-2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-7239376399635183802?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As God would have it, a friend gained interest in the lyrics found &lt;a href="http://lyricsbytia.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-am-i-here-for.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and desired to bring them to life musically. Little did we know that it would become an exciting musical collaboration that would yield a studio recording and spark the plans for an exciting project underway! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the lyrical results of our collaboration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0.917969); background-origin: initial; background-position: 100% 50%; color: #222222; cursor: pointer; display: inline-block; height: 16px; margin-left: 4px; padding-bottom: 2px; position: relative; text-align: -webkit-auto; visibility: visible; width: 16px;" wotsearchtarget="blogtalkradio.com"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What am I Here For?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What am I here for? Where do I fit in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There's got to be so much more than merely existing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A purpose to my life, what will bring great joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Fulfillment of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My vision come to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My deepest hope restored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Contentment that will last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My reason for living should be about more than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Impacting nations and my near community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Making a difference in my very own family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The p’wer to contribute now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Give more than I’ve ever dreamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To bless many others’ lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Greater than my eyes can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Exceedingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abundantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;More that you can ask or think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Exceedingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abundantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The p’wer to contribute now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Give more than I’ve ever dreamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To bless many others’ lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Greater than my eyes can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There's something out there that I am meant to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Something that can’t be done unless I made it to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The impact I'm meant to make in this whole wide world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To be of influence now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And be part of God's great plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A strong leader of great worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That does what the Lord commands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Exceedingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abundantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;More that you can ask or think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So much more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Exceedingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Abundantly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;To be of influence now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And be part of God's great plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A strong leader of great worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;That does what the Lord commands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;BRIDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm wondering but there's something I know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;His work in me He will bring it to perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;His promises are yes and amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;His thoughts are good, my destiny He will defend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I wait upon Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I renew my strength and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I’ll trust His Plan, rely on His Word (I fly like an eagle. I will not get tired)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So I write the vision, make it plain to comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;'Cause I know it will surely come… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So all of you out there who feel the same as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Who know that they’ll do great things much more than they can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;He’s able to do much more than we envision, feel or think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Exceeding, abundantly. Amazing, astonishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Let’s trust in His sovereign plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And be the best we can be…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;© Lyrics by tia 2010-2011 w. contributions by Bunmi Ogunbayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the track and our recent interview with GFem Radio here: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/gfem-radio/2011/12/16/what-am-i-here-for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-2725591131343351826?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to my fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again ~ Etienne De Grellet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This quote really hit home for me because I too have been thinking about the fact that we live but once. We’ve got one life to live, one opportunity, and each moment is a chance to focus on something special, something important to us; something fulfilling and that has lasting impact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why not spare that extra few minutes to talk to a friend? It doesn’t hurt to pick up the phone to call a relative you haven’t talked to in a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you have a few dollars in your pocket; why not give it with the opportunity. The impact might be momentary but you will make an impact. Check out T&lt;a href="http://www.good.is/post/the-good-30-day-challenge-creative-microphilanthropy/"&gt;he Good 30 Day Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have that concept, that idea; are you going to selfishly let it die with you because you don’t see how you will gain from giving it? It is better to sow it and let God take care of the increase. Trust Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a limited time on earth; each of us have a time to go. Let’s grab hold of the legacy our parents and grand parents have to pass on, lest they leave without sharing all that is on their hearts. I recommend getting a voice recording device and recording special dialogues where you dig deep into their lives and experiences, extracting the richness of your heritage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let’s invest in our children. Every moment counts, because each moment that ticks away inches them closer to adulthood and it is what we do this moment that will impact their destinies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live but once; let’s make the most of the life we've been given, and may He say "Well Done" on that faithful day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lyrics by tia 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-4277903792190291676?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;This little piece is dedicated to all those lovely ladies that I've encountered through my ventures as a beauty consultant and now as a makeup artist. Thank you for the privilege of revealing your true beauty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Beautiful You Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;True beauty lines within,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Revealed in places you’ve never been.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shining forth for all to see,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beautiful you are to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A form of proof, a tell-tale sign,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is love and peace and joy divine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So let your beauty shine through,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By just being you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Lyrics by tia 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-7285827725217075913?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, as I sort through the rubble of my destructive choices, I courageously seek to conquer my inadequacies in this area. Praying for God's special grace to succeed, I share this piece with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Choose You: The demise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The demise of my pride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choosing to hold my tongue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Being fully aware&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;That what I say today&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can scar us tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Instead of bitterness and anger&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deciding to love instead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Placing you before I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My very being divides&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I explode painfully into freedom as I capture the truth of such love divine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I decide to let go of self and capture peace and help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the Lord in whom all things are possible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose you instead of the pain I harbor inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The silence that lies between us&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fear to speak less you get your way victoriously&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;But I speak letting understanding reign and thus the connection that we need.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you’ve hurt my feelings, my pride&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whether knowing or through a fault of mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I struggle within&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgiveness? Your chances are slim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And sin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It darkens my soul within&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;As I fight to withhold the dignity that I believe is mine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I shouldn’t have to apologize&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;My ego and pride should not be demised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;The stubborn plans that I devise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Should stand uncompromised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose to restrain though with disdain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fall to my knees and cry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I surrender.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it is in this very act that I rise and our love, understanding and peace in kind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Choosing to believe that when I let my kingdom fall, my dynasty will rise from obscurity and shine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;So to have mine? I choose you. I choose thine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Lyrics by tia 2011&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lyricsbytia.blogspot.com/2012/02/fairly-seasoned-love-i-choose-you-part.html"&gt;See Part II here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-4098363375101586120?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There was no money to pay my school fees but as a young girl, I had a burning desire to go to school. My parents were farmers and I played my part by helping to sell the goods. But I knew I wanted to do more. Even though I was a young, poor girl, I knew there was more to me. With time, my parents recognized my longings and against all odds, they found a way to send me to school. God even raised up some very key people to invest in me and make this a reality. With the bare minimum, I stayed focused and determined, and I did complete secondary school. And when my sister died as a teenager due to a preventable illness, I knew I had to make sure such senseless losses were eliminated in my town. So with trust and dependence on God who rose up people of destiny to support, I went on to complete medical school, and further, to build a hospital in that very same town… &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The school bell rang as I returned to the present. Deciding what to do with ones life is a challenge and having highly successful parents doesn’t make it easier. Recounting a series of stories my mother shared with me about her childhood put me into her shoes; into her experience. I have so much more than she had, so many more opportunities; how will I choose to make a difference and impact my community? Even now, this blast to the past; so present and real, yet so ancient; stands to inspires me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The secret to time travel became more real to me presently one afternoon as I was enjoying a refreshing afternoon nap. Making it through that last stretch before I had to get up and approach my evening, my toddler son climbed up onto the bed and commenced to tap me while calling ‘Mommy’ to get me up. In that instant—that space between reality and a dream—my mind whisked back to a similar afternoon many years ago. My mother had just heard the sad news of a loved ones passing and as she lay in her bed mourning tearfully, my 2 siblings and I, no more than 4 and 5 years old, climbed onto the bed and began to speak to Mommy in consoling words. “Mommy? Mommy? Don’t cry, Mommy…” In that instant almost 25 years later, though odd and surreal, I zipped through the past and I am dumbfounded that I am “Mommy” now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus, in essence, the secret to time travel is investment into family relationships. Whether it’s dodging sharp stones as you walk shoeless for that “1-mile” to school or observing your “twin son” become as intrigued by the same classic superheros as you were as a child; and even as you roll that special family heirloom around your finger for another few moments…I urge you: invest in the family that makes these things special. Spend quality time with your little ones: children and god children; nieces and nephews and especially those grand kids. Our prayer is that they will outlive us in years and magnitudes of success. But also keep in mind that our predecessors may not always be around. Take time now to cherish our parents, our grand parents and the wise elderly. Their life and experience is invaluable and will teach us important lessons that will guide us through life and give us the ability to travel through time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lyrics by tia 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5479213699764275477-2725274570650948419?l=lyricsbytia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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