Wednesday, June 27, 2007

One Touch (Press)

from Sharecropper's Seed Vol. 1
Nicole C. Mullen

Been ostracized for 12 years
I'm used to being alone
Spent everything I had and now it's gone.
I'm used to being put down
my issues tell it all
My only Hope is ancored in this fall

If I could just touch the hem of His garment
I know I'd be made whole
If I could just press my way through this maddness
His love would heal my soul
If only one touch...

So many people calling
How could He ever know
That just a brush of Him would stop the flow
If He knew would He rebuke me or shame me to the crowd
well, I am desperate cause it is never or it is now

Suddenly He turned around
He said somebody has unleashed My power
Well, frightened and embarrased I bowed
you see I told Him of my troubles and how

I had to touch the hem of His garment
and I know I've been made whole
and how I had pressed my way through the maddness and His love had healed my soul

Then with one word He touched the hem of my garment
and you know I've been made whole
And somehow He pressed His way through my maddness
and His love has healed my soul

I tell you He touched me
He reached way down and touched me
when no one else would touch me
Jesus sho nough He touched me
and I know I've been made whole.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Funeral Arrangements

I want the following songs played and I think I want to be creamated like my baby girl. After that, do what you will but do not worry about me. Just make sure you join me one day.

It is Well

When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blessed assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
It is well, with my soul,It is well, with my soul,It is well, it is well, with my soul.

In You by Mercy Me
"In You"
I put my hope in You
I lay my life in palm of your hand
I'm constantly drawn to You Lord
In ways I cannot comprehend
It's the Creator calling the created
The Maker beckoning the made
The bride finding what she's always waited for
When we find ourselves that day
[CHORUS:]In You where the hungry feast at the table
The blind frozen by colors in view
The lame will dance, They'll dance for they are able
And the weary find rest Oh the weary find rest in You
It's no secret that we don't belong here
Those set apart by the grace of You
And we look for the day when we go to a place
Where the old becomes brand new

Friday, June 01, 2007


Ultimately, we are what we do every day. What defines us is not one large good intention to be a good person, or parent—it's a hundred thousand ongoing choices of every size that arise when we're tired, satisfied, distracted, full of ourselves, threatened, happy, reactionary, sentimental, hurried, bored …

Just because I will no longer be able to bear children after my partial hysterectomy does not change who I am in my day to day life. I sometimes live life in the 'if onlys'. If only I had help with my responsibilities, if only the children were older, if only we had more money, if only we had less debt, if only I had one more daughter, if only Rya had not died, if only things were different.

That is no good. Not for me or anybody in my life. I have a choice every day, every hour, every minute. I can choose life or I can choose death. I can choose light or I can choose darkness. It is time I stop letting my circumstances define me. I need to start defining my circumstances instead. That is what Im talkin bout baby.