lifesong
Everyone needs compassion
Love that's never failing
Let mercy fall on me
Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Saviour
The hope of nations
Saviour, He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Forever author of salvation
He rose and conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave
So take me as you find me
All my fears and failures
Fill my life again
I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender
Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing, for the glory
Of the risen King
Jesus, Shine your light in
Let the whole world see
We're singing for the glory
Of the risen king
Monday, July 18, 2005
-3:54 pm
I have just stumbled across one of the most disagreeable and obscene blogs I have ever read. I don't even know how I got there. But this I'm definitely sure of- it is the very epitome of frivolous nonsense and inaneity.
I'm repulsed really. Nauseated. Utterly revolted.
I now wish, though a little too late for regret, that I have never stumbled upon such offensive garbage.
Granted, every individual has the freedom to express one's self, but only provided that the right is exercised with responsibility and integrity. It should not offend others with lewd and odious descriptions of certain taboo issues- which I consider to be an extremely inconsiderate and immature behaviour. Not that I oppose the discussion of controversial subjects. It is more important that one should respect oneself and others who may read one's writing in not writing about things that are morally corrupted and may insult others.
No matter how brilliant or admirable one's command of the english language may be that qualifies a large readership, I abhor those who abuse the gift of words in the most degrading way. Language is to be reconstructed as art, as a form of communication, as an outlet of expression for oneself. To use it in the wrong way would be the most blasphemous defilement of this gift. Surely one could use some discretion.
The power of life and death is at the tip of the tongue. I watch my words for out of the abundance of the heart a mouth speaks. I guard my heart for it is the well-spring of life. I can very well tell what goes on in that questionable mind of the-crass-blogger-who-should-really-shut-up-and-move-to-Timbuktu-if-he/she-values-his/her-life. I shudder in disgust even at the thought of it.
Call me a conservative old bag/ religious goody-two-shoes/ obnoxious-overbearing-person or whatever you want. I don't care. The moral state of youth today is deplorable. It angers me to see how antagonistically immoral (or rather, amoral) some people have become. Please, GET A LIFE.
I say, this especially unpleasant and unfortunate experience should completely cure me of the habit of blog-hopping.
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