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This man.
This man.
i’m sailing home to you, i won’t be long
by the light of moon, i will press on
I’m but a stranger here,
heaven is my home;
earth is a desert drear,
heaven is my home;
danger and sorrow stand
round me on every hand;
heaven is my fatherland,
heaven is my home.
what though the tempest rage,
heaven is my home;
short is my pilgrimage,
heaven is my home;
and time’s wild wintry blast
soon shall be over-past;
i shall reach home at last,
heaven is my home.
“If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.” -Sir Isaac Newton (Taken with instagram)
— Psalm 24:7-8
i am a soul fallen apart, being pieced back together.
the process is quite tedious.
uncomfortable would be a tame descriptor.
excruciating is a better fit.
nonetheless,
i trust the hands of my carpenter;
he is making me beautiful.
he is making me more like him.
— T E Lawrence
— GK Chesterton
— (via autumnejohnson)
— c.s.lewis