In this valley, it’s hard to see
There’s thick fog and haze
And the noise, the noise
Of my enemy all around
Screeching and squealing
Railing, mocking, jeering
Telling me of my wretchedness
Telling me I’m a fool and damned
But heed the cacophony a little
And off the path I stray
Into mire, muck and slime
My progress slows in the swamp
And as my treading slows down
I become downtrodden and sullen
I stop trying and stop hearing
And stop listening to Your voice
Only You can pull me back on track
And only You will walk beside me
Like the Lion with the peasant boy
Keeping me from straying away
So to You I turn and to You I listen
Until this wretched valley I leave
Ahead joyous glades of Your presence
Where walking and hearing are easy
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I purchased you a mail-order bride from Uganda. She should be here in a couple of weeks. Hope you like her.
I'm not sure if I should be honored or horrified. :-)
By the way (abrupt change of subject), this poem has nothing to do with being single. To understand the inspiration for the poem, read "The Pilgrim's Progress" by John Bunyan
Boring? I guess it might be to some people. For me, the issue is not whether they're going to make it or not. It's the truth expressed by the characters as they interact with each other that makes the book so enjoyable.
that is so LAME!!
Lame? How so? I don't understand?
You know what is really lame, Seidel? You! You should've gone to talk to her. C'mon Seidel, seize the opportunity.
Hey, let me point out that I tried to do just that on Monday, but she wasn't there. And in light of the whole incident in Colorado, I am slightly offended by the use of the word "lame" to describe. :-)
err me
she wasn't in there when I went in to talk to her. Mr. Waldy was at the computer
She's just someone the yentas are trying to set me up with.
Seidel, I'm so proud of you for talking to her today! Oh, and Nathan, you really should get used to disappointment. And, AARGH!, it's spelled Y-E-N-T-E-S! Please, people, have you never seen Fiddler on the Roof? Yente was the matchmaker!
It may be Yente in Fiddler, but it is yenta in the dictionary.
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