its been such a sharp reversal from last week (that was waxing gray) that these 2 days have been all colour and music and laughter and God and joy and dance and leaps rolled intoagiantball. like a thousand of Malacca's chicken rice balls lumped together. (chickenriceballs give a new meaning to "chicken rice war" ;p)
i have a feeling all this sounds vague and random- but trying to narrate precisely would cheapen this experience. so im not gonna.
anyway imagination running wild, unkempt and messily entangled (like windblown hair) will paint you a better picture than any i could describe. (thus the loophole of the harry potter movie series) loveyounutcases.
am so totally looking forward to camp. God, thank you!!!
out.
.consuming/fire
There must be more than this
oh breath of God come breathe within
There must be more than this
Spirit of God we wait for you
Fill us anew we pray
consuming Fire
Fan into flame a passion for your name
Spirit of God fall in this place
Lord have ur way with us
Come like a rushing wind
Fill us with power from on high
Now set the captives free
leave us abandoned to your praise
Lord let your glory fall
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