when the dust clears...

Eventually, when I've worked the angst out of my system over this essay and I've got over my feelings of shame to do with the fact that I can't write a convincing enough argument for the case of faith, this time. What am I left with? I'm left with not only a belief that I am right but with a heart that is beginning to break again for these messed up academics, many of whom are in my department, whose stuff I am quoting, who have no hope, have no peace and are lost wandering in a sea of subjectivity and loss of absolutes.

And I ask God to give me a heart that will see this even clearer. That won't be intimidated that I don't have the answers but one that longs to reach out with those that I do. To proclaim that 'then you will know the truth and the truth will set you free.'

If you hate the taste of wine;
why do you drink it til you're blind?
and if u swear there's no truth and who cares;
how come you say it like you're right?
Why are you scared to dream of God;
When it's salvation that you want?
You see stars that clear, have been 'dead for years'
But the idea just lives on.

In our wheels that roll around
As we move over the ground
And our day it seems
Weve been inbetween
A past and future town

We are nowehere and it's now
In like ten minute dreaming in the passanger seat
While the world was flying by...