mandag, mai 30

Ang. forrige blogg (ijenn... sånn går dæ når me skrive noge sjøl....)

Fatta at dæ konne tolkast ganske mange måda den forrige...
Bare for å ha sagt dæ, poenge kjæme i slutten, starten bare vart sånn!!!
Så viss nogen på nogen måde følte sæg på nogen måde trofne, så sorri, dæ æ kje meiningå!
Bare ikkje tolk fusste delen!

Heile tingen va bare noge så måtte ud.

Han er der!

Har du tid til meg i dag,
kan du overse en liten stund?
Jeg trenger deg så sårt,
og mitt øye trenger en blund!

Er det ingen der ute?
Kan du se meg her jeg er?
Horfor kan dere ikke høre,
Hvorfor blir dere bare der?

Jeg føler meg så sliten,
Snart orker jeg ikke mer.
Mine øyne lukkes sakte,
Da jeg hører noen som ler.

En barnelatter høres,
Og stemmen til en far.
"Pappa", hvisker jeg stille.
"Ja", får jeg til svar.

Bare du vet hvordan jeg har det,
Bare du kan gi meg trøst.
Kjære pappa, still min lengsel,
Jeg trenger å høre din røst.

Mitt barn, jeg er alltid hos deg,
Samme hvor du er.
Selv om skyene dekker mitt ansikt
Så er jeg alltid her!

søndag, mai 15

STEVEN CURTIS CHAPMAN - Still listening

I will lay me down to sleep,
pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Though I never saw him there,
I believe he heard each prayer.

For God was great,
and God was good.
And I know, if I spoke the words,
he would be listening.

The years can take us far away
from the simple, childlike face.
But I am longing to return
to the place where I first learned that

God is great,
and God is good.
So, I will speak the words.

God, our Father, once again
I bow my head to pray.
You are my Father, and my Friend.
And You hear every word I say;
A prayer for forgiveness,
a desperat cry for help,
a praise flowing from a thankful heart.
Like each time before,
I come, knowing you're still listening.

I will never understand
how the words of all the men
can reach the ears of one so pure,
and touch his heart,
they do, I'm sure.

For God is great,
and God is good,
and He is love.

God, our Father, once again,
I bow my head to pray.
You are my Father, and my Friend.
And You hear every word I say;
A prayer for forgiveness,
a desperat cry for help,
a praise flowing from a thankful heart.
Like each time before,
I come, knowing You're still listening.

Now I lay me down to sleep,
and pray the Lord my soul to keep.
and though I may not see You there,
I believe You hear each prayer.

tirsdag, mai 10

Ang. forrige blog

Sorri, dæ va en bad blog, men poenge æ der. hadde æg hatt bære ti, sgo æg skreve noge sjikkele!!!

-Silje-

When words are letters, and letters only

Words mean a lot to us human.
They can build up our sentences,
but they can also break them down.
Words can be so powerful,
but also so helpless.

Sometimes, they just don't mean anything at all.

If we're happy,
our words are happy.
If we're sad,
so are they.
If we're angry,
our words are angry.

But sometimes, they just don't mean anything at all.

Can we use
our words correctly?
Can we help
people through their lives?
Can we use
them to serve each other?

Then sometimes, they could mean more than we'll ever know!