<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:33:33.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>Just trying to Follow Christ in a crazy world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-3758482914551425689</id><published>2009-08-08T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T11:25:29.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do we wander?</title><content type='html'>This is a question that plagues my mind. I wonder this so much. Man we go through so much and run to God and see amazing things. Then the moment we are out of those moments we are straight back to wandering away after our own plearures. Things that dont even matter. Shoot I even know they dont matter but they seem to cover everything in my life so well. Fake. false. a facade. Building a house out of pieces of sticks.desperatly trying to hold onto what was never meant to be and yet hoping for Gods saving grace to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always do this? Its like the only way I can have a relationship with God is to be in something that pushes me past myself. The moment I am on my own I just wander off like the stupid Kid I am. Gosh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he is here though. Knowing. caring. Wandering with me to get me back to him. I owe my life to my Lord and savior. Let my wandering heart be tied to you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let my wandering heart be tied to you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-3758482914551425689?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/3758482914551425689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-we-wander.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/3758482914551425689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/3758482914551425689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-do-we-wander.html' title='Why do we wander?'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-8786588619871252273</id><published>2009-04-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:07:52.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No title</title><content type='html'>excert from '' A path  through suffering'' by Elisabeth Elliot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of these ther must have been excruciating emotional suffering. we can try and put ourselves in the pit or the prison with Joseph. We can imagine to some degree how esther's heart was in her mouth as she waited to see if the king would recieve her. Listen with Daniel to the heart-stopping snarling of the lions- at what moment will the first one spring out of the blackness? Smell and feel with Jonah the fetid slime of a marine animal's digestive tract. Lie in the filth of the prison with Paul. Although the physical suffering was great, the mental and emotional suffering must have exceeded it-how long will this go on? Will I be able to endure? What will the end be? Has God forgotten me?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is never the physical suffering that gets me. Mostly I struggle with the emotional and mental suffering. That is where my battles are waged. I wonder every day...How long will this go on? Will I be able to endure? What will the end be?&lt;br /&gt;Has God forgotten me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats where my deepest questions come from. They come from the wars waged emotionally and mentally. It is never the outside of my life that gets trashed on. It seems to always be whats the deepest inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things we need to grasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Forgiveness---Mark 11:25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Trusting in God's sovereignty---Genesis 50:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Having a view of eternity--Colossians 3:1-4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this comes from Elisabeth's book. I am still trying to grasp it. Mostly I struggle with it. I might be struggling with it even longer. It is really hard for me to grab hold of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-8786588619871252273?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/8786588619871252273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/8786588619871252273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/8786588619871252273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-title.html' title='No title'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-7434358729441331182</id><published>2009-04-13T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:55:01.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lumina and Lecrae</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just sit in my car and wonder...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder about all the times I have seen&lt;br /&gt;the places I have been&lt;br /&gt;The people I have met and have grown to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling a friend of mine some of the stories&lt;br /&gt;These stories are a part of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They become the surface though&lt;br /&gt;Because in all those stories&lt;br /&gt;lie deeper stories&lt;br /&gt;the ones that trully have shaped you&lt;br /&gt;For the good&lt;br /&gt;as well as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my inner depths&lt;br /&gt;A small bit atleast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lecrae wrote a song. I think it speaks for most of us.&lt;br /&gt;I know it spoke for me. This has been my last year. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;a title="Lecrae lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/lecrae_lyrics_9863/"&gt;Lecrae lyrics&lt;/a&gt;Album: &lt;a title="Lecrae Rebel lyrics" href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/lecrae_lyrics_9863/rebel_lyrics_93741/"&gt;Rebel&lt;/a&gt;Year: 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning too depressed and shamed to leave my bed&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand to see my own reflection so I hang my head&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a disappointment like the scum of the earth&lt;br /&gt;I'm so hurt I know you see I can't cover my dirt&lt;br /&gt;My souls dying hearts weak and I can't even cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm sposed to run to you but WHY I'm such an evil guy&lt;br /&gt;The sun's shining but for me it's the darkest of days&lt;br /&gt;Try to pretend it never happened but the guilt remains&lt;br /&gt;I leave the house it feels like everybody knows I did it&lt;br /&gt;Feels like they reading my mind and know the sin I committed&lt;br /&gt;Through your blood I'm aquitted but my heart doesnt get it&lt;br /&gt;Oh God I'm desperate for Help cause I'm grieving your Spirit&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sing in the sunday service, Lord I felt fake&lt;br /&gt;And when they started communion I just made an escape&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of your graceFeels like you hid your face&lt;br /&gt;Lead me back to cross and show me my sins erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waste deep in my pity&lt;br /&gt;Is Satan tryna trick me and tell me you won't forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's startin to get me&lt;br /&gt;Jesus help me quickly I hate wrong I've done&lt;br /&gt;I know we all fall but I feel like the only one&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I should be shunned&lt;br /&gt;Should I punish myself&lt;br /&gt;I know it's dumb cause by your death all my sin has been dealt&lt;br /&gt;But my sin is been felt&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to do it&lt;br /&gt;But what I want to do I don't&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm gonna to lose it&lt;br /&gt;Try to open my bible I need to read your pages&lt;br /&gt;I need you Lord but my guilt has got me feeling so faithless&lt;br /&gt;Help me see where your face is&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the basics&lt;br /&gt;Help me find my joy in you and not people and places&lt;br /&gt;My sin is ever before me I turned my back on you&lt;br /&gt;Oh father break and restore me to bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on me God according to your steady love&lt;br /&gt;Wipe away my transgression and wash me in your blood&lt;br /&gt;Create in me a clean heart renew a right spirit&lt;br /&gt;Don't take your Spirit away your Presence keep me near it&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting patience on you Lord I know you hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Restore your Joy in me&lt;br /&gt;For you alone I live and die&lt;br /&gt;It's you I Glorify cause you don't want my sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;You want me broken and contrite trusting in the Christ&lt;br /&gt;I confess to you my sin and you show me mercy&lt;br /&gt;I turn away from it demonstrating that you are worthy&lt;br /&gt;Over lust, over pride, over all sin&lt;br /&gt;Is my affection for Jesus is who died for all them&lt;br /&gt;I was lost now I'm found I was toss to the ground&lt;br /&gt;My sin weighed on me heavy but I am no longer bound&lt;br /&gt;As sure as Christ wears the crown&lt;br /&gt;I know that grace will abound&lt;br /&gt;And even when I feel lost I know in You I am found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even when I feel lost I know in You I am found....I know in you....I am found.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys. allow God to dig deeper into those hidden areas. He knows they are there anyways. Lord help me trust in you. Trust that you can trully heal me. bring back the joy of my salvation. In you I trust. I know you have my back God. Sometimes we just have to wait on you. Your timing. not ours. I am really glad its that way. really thankful too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-7434358729441331182?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/7434358729441331182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/lumina-and-lecrae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/7434358729441331182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/7434358729441331182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/lumina-and-lecrae.html' title='Lumina and Lecrae'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-5215983525143397372</id><published>2009-04-08T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:43:50.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 105: 4-6</title><content type='html'>Psalms 105: 4-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depend on the lord and his strength.; always go to &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; for help. Remember the miracles he has done; remember his wonders and his decisions. You &lt;strong&gt;are &lt;/strong&gt;descendants of his servant Abraham, the children of Jacob, his chosen people. (I made those letters bold. They didnt come that way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this verse and felt like God was saying....Depend on &lt;strong&gt;me &lt;/strong&gt;Clark. Always come to me for help. Remember that I have done amazing things in your life. Remember those times. You are my child. My chosen one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this was written for the jews in the old testamenet but to me it was written for us also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-5215983525143397372?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/5215983525143397372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/psalms-105-4-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/5215983525143397372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/5215983525143397372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/psalms-105-4-6.html' title='Psalms 105: 4-6'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-2352399873749709505</id><published>2009-04-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:40:45.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>knees bent..surrender</title><content type='html'>Holding my hands up&lt;br /&gt;Trying to surrender that which I didnt want to surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold God higher than I hold myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your will dosent feel like its matching up with Gods?&lt;br /&gt;You feel it inside. Do you make the hard choice?&lt;br /&gt;of course you do. I guess that hypothetical question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when what I am looking for may not be what God is looking for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hands on head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I know what I need to do....then the moment passes. I have no idea again. lol. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;I trust you God. Above everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above ALL else. For ever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-2352399873749709505?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/2352399873749709505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-just-trying-to-do-what-you-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/2352399873749709505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/2352399873749709505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-just-trying-to-do-what-you-want.html' title='knees bent..surrender'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-921958622410460425</id><published>2009-04-06T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:38:18.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I lay awake at night&lt;br /&gt;Things zipping this way and that way in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if anyone understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to trust God to open my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;To learn to love people again like he loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a reality. its happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays hurt can shut us down&lt;br /&gt;completly make us not want to come out into the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness feels....&lt;br /&gt;alot easier to live in. then to come outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I still want to hide inside myself.&lt;br /&gt;For I feel it is safer sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to LOVE is to RISK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somedays I just dont want to make that risk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who suffer much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveth much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read that from a elisabeth elliot book.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband died in the mission field from warrior natives&lt;br /&gt;whom he was trying to reach with the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Years later she wrote that. she loves more than most people I have met&lt;br /&gt;She has the most reason not to. Loss after loss&lt;br /&gt;Yet she looks to the cross. to Jesus and the price he paid for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was love. past himself. past what he felt. right towords the cross he walked&lt;br /&gt;So that one day we could walk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited for today. It will be an amazing day. Because I trust him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-921958622410460425?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/921958622410460425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/921958622410460425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/921958622410460425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-2760421875823634160</id><published>2009-04-02T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T07:21:23.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>Lord you are right in everything&lt;br /&gt;Right in this&lt;br /&gt;right in that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about the times when I dont know what is right though?&lt;br /&gt;What about those times when I feel confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is a situation lacking peace and when it is just junk from my past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different voices keep yelling at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in an annoying way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just quietly processes my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing a lot of hum and hummms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I am just going to chill. I kinda need an answer pretty soon though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If youve already given me it then could you do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit louder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I mighta missed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya love me anyways...I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-2760421875823634160?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/2760421875823634160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/2760421875823634160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/2760421875823634160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2425119759418462368.post-5219061729491984204</id><published>2009-04-01T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:16:40.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Release of our hearts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The present moment is where the past and the future collide, and within a moment there is monumental potential. Thats the mystery of a moment. It's small enough to ignore and big enough to change your life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What are you doing God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Somedays I wish I could hear your voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Like ''hey man''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Or '' Dude go do that and stop being an idiot''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rebellion. We live against the culture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We are their warriors when they feel nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when they wonder the streets of blackness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Who stands upon the concrete screaming out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You walk the wrong roads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;your sight is blackened by deciet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;who stands. many sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;wondering why this world is going to pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;literally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pot seizes lives daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hipnotizing those whos know no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hiding them in its ghostly shrouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;saying I will cover your sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They scream for a savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bleeding inside out upon these very streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;we dont even care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We whisper lies into each others ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;lies of passivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;of possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;what will this all be in years of trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but a burden upon our backs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;weighted down with life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;screaming to our God to save us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when those who walk beside us bleed for Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Weep for Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Weep for his heart. his passion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;PRAYER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why i am here. Yet I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THose who suffer much LOVE much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bleeding for my Jesus. My Savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fear is the snake in the bushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;waiting to strike at you right when...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;you trully see clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;clarity to move in jesus steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to take risks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;His word says he did not give us a spirit of fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;THEn why do we wear it as if it were winter and it was a warm cloak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reality: Its summer. you are dying in that cloak of fear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Suffocating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lord you know what is heading this direction. give me the power to walk your steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;to be fearless and love fearlessly. past what pain he will throw at me. Past my past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Guide me in your ways Lord. YOUR ways. pAst mine unto yours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pray for my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eddie who got pistol wiped 3 nights ago afterr standing up to a man with a gun. Said God ''slapped his wrist to let him know not to hang with those people'' yet he lives the same life. God didnt slapp his wrist. he pistol wipped him to save his life. His love is that deep for that kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Drew who has begun to get so deep into alcohol and drugs. he blames God for the breakup with his girlfriend. He says he no longer believes in God. He is hiding from the pain. I fear one day he will slip to far inside himself with drugs and will never be able to come back out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I am standing up for these people. who will join me. We are these peoples saints. those who stand for them before the throne of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I just wanna be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in my weaknesses you are strength Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2425119759418462368-5219061729491984204?l=clark-hilty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/feeds/5219061729491984204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/release-of-our-hearts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/5219061729491984204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2425119759418462368/posts/default/5219061729491984204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clark-hilty.blogspot.com/2009/04/release-of-our-hearts.html' title='Release of our hearts'/><author><name>Clark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06397441070998141537</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
