<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636</id><updated>2011-12-30T02:36:42.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Via Terra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-3973171044435362425</id><published>2011-07-20T16:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:40:35.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirst</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is one that my Dad and I co-wrote. It was a joy to collaborate with him and my mom on the new album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;Your love is water for my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;When I thirst I call Your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;By Your Spirit You pour out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;the purest love&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;I've ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;When I think about Your goodness, oh God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;my mind reflects on Your mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;When I see part of Your greatness, oh Lord &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;I stand in awe of Your sovereignty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;In a dry and weary land&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;where there is no water&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;my flesh faints for You &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;my soul thirsts for You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-3973171044435362425?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3973171044435362425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/07/thirst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3973171044435362425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3973171044435362425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/07/thirst.html' title='Thirst'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-6677443945798751978</id><published>2011-07-20T16:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:40:10.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I wrote this song back in 2009, which makes it one of the oldest on the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;I remember February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;winter was&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;warm&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;hearts were cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;September came&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;it began to rain&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;and the pain that was new grew old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;Your face shines through the snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;this I know, this I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;Your love finds me in sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;this I know, this I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my search for happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt; I buried You beneath my guilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;No grave could hold&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;the wondrous Lord&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;though Your blood was spilled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;Christ came Your love to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;this I know, this I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;Your grace on me will flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;this I know, this I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh what a beautiful day this has become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Euphemia, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-6677443945798751978?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6677443945798751978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-i-know_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6677443945798751978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6677443945798751978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-i-know_20.html' title='This I Know'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1648629138271956409</id><published>2011-04-24T21:55:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:41:33.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/ViaTerra?sk=app_178091127385" target="_blank"&gt;Click to listen to the new song @ Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Waking up in the morning with you on my mind /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;is like swimming in an ocean of dreams and time /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;stands still for just a moment and then your gone /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;broken glass on the floor /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;the picture frame and you remain /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Incredible /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Unchangeable /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;All the times we shared are pictures in my head /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;some are shattered but I can't sweep them up just yet /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;maybe one day we can piece them back one by one /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;All I know is   I     need a savior /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;who can wash my eyes before /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I can see you clearly /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Jesus you are /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Incredible /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Unchangeable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1648629138271956409?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1648629138271956409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/incredible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1648629138271956409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1648629138271956409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/04/incredible.html' title='Incredible'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-5968122946817272120</id><published>2011-02-15T15:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:12:15.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry: Deep or Shallow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv3eBOfKSFc/TVrrtBNWe3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/1Jvo6lmYZqc/s1600/100_1472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv3eBOfKSFc/TVrrtBNWe3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/1Jvo6lmYZqc/s320/100_1472.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Often, I write in prose form. It started, I think, with a love for music and a desire to write songs of my own. Ironically, very few of my poems become songs. When writing a song, I usually start strumming a chord progression on the guitar, then add the lyrics later. Most of the songs I write are praise songs to Jesus. When writing poetry, though, I start with a blank sheet of paper and think of words, phrases, and ideas that go well together – hopefully sticking to a common theme. Those themes are generally more about relationships, people, joy and sorrow. They are not always void of specific references to God by name, but if I write a poem about a girl, you might not see Jesus' name in it; I hope that the message would still point to his good, holy, just and redeeming characteristics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;So, is poetry deep or shallow? Or, at times, both, or neither? If the same message can be expressed in fewer words, is the shorter version better? If, in an attempt to shorten a message for the sake of time, style, or attention, one omits a vital piece of the message, then the shorter version is certainly worse, if not counteractive. On the other hand, not all poetry simply shortens a broader idea either. Often times, the art form takes on a simple theme, or even just a single word, and, through descriptive terms and alternative angles, portrays that message in a new, perhaps exciting, and hopefully accurate way. I think the Psalms of the Bible provide great examples of poetry both rightly and expressively shortening aspects of God and his glory (see Psalm 100), and descriptively and accurately lengthening our ideas about his love, mercy, wrath, and the relationship between God and man (see Psalm 104).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But I still do not think I have adequately answered the question. Short does not necessarily mean shallow; long does not mean deep. It will be difficult to take on poetry as a whole. It would be similar to taking on painting as an art form to determine whether expressionism is genuine enough, or the classics are expressive enough. Or music – is Rock &amp;amp; Roll too simple? Is Jazz too complicated? I am reluctant to answer the question with “it depends”, but I think it is inevitable. One cannot simply state that most poetry is too shallow or too deep. I could say that most of what I have read is shallow, if it were true. I could say that most of what I have written was intended to be deep, but I would assume that most poets would say the same about their work. If one starts out with the goal of writing shallow, thoughtless poetry, then their audience will most likely be described in the same way. Sometimes, poetry can even seem simple at first, but the reader might interpret something much deeper. The individual experiences of each reader, or hearer, bears much weight on the depth of the message. If I write “She wore a white dress / Her blue eyes gave way to her blue heart”, a third-grader might simply see a bride on her wedding day, but a divorcee on her would-be anniversary might also see a woman who was filled with sorrow and apprehension. Some might say that that is reading too much into it. I will leave it open to interpretation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-5968122946817272120?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5968122946817272120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-deep-or-shallow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5968122946817272120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5968122946817272120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/02/poetry-deep-or-shallow.html' title='Poetry: Deep or Shallow?'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv3eBOfKSFc/TVrrtBNWe3I/AAAAAAAAAY0/1Jvo6lmYZqc/s72-c/100_1472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8975495185988855331</id><published>2011-02-15T15:33:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:46:24.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wears White</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Awakened by the sound of knocking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I open the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;There she stands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If she is real, I am still dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If she is alive, I must wake up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her hair floats in the night sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her eyes put the moon to shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Her soft skin, like the horizon, flees my touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She wears white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She never says a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Silence will wake me up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She wears white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I pray for peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She wears white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But does she know what it means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8975495185988855331?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8975495185988855331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-wears-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8975495185988855331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8975495185988855331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/02/she-wears-white.html' title='She Wears White'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-7357248393922134103</id><published>2011-01-30T02:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T05:22:13.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;I am a tainted portrait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;I am a weary prose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;I am a broken invention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;I am a decaying sculpture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;I am a fading image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;I am a waning symphony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aharoni;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR JULIAN';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aharoni;"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Aharoni;"&gt;...if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. All this is from God, who through Christ reconciled us to himself and gave us the ministry of reconciliation; that is, in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation. Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, God making his appeal through us. We implore you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God. For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. (2 Corinthians 5:17-21 ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aharoni;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aharoni;"&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, Rejoice!"&amp;nbsp;(Philippians 4:4 ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-7357248393922134103?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7357248393922134103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-creation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7357248393922134103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7357248393922134103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-creation.html' title='A New Creation'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-3866955743064552565</id><published>2011-01-26T13:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:22:14.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy with the Guitar (a short, short-story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Strumming one last chord on his guitar, the old man on the street tossed the hole-adorned instrument over his shoulder and lethargically began to walk toward the train station. He had not yet noticed the shivering, young shadow behind him. He stumbled to one side, avoiding a collision between his knee and the young man's chin. He felt sorry for the kid, bound to a wheelchair and obviously freezing, but what could he do? Life on the street was hard, and the thinning down jacket he had been wearing for the last three winters was not enough to keep even himself from shivering most nights. This man, young as he was, had to understand; he could not part with his jacket. The old man mumbled a careless apology and trudged on, ignoring whatever it was that the young man was saying. The old man walked almost two blocks before realizing that he had left his favorite harmonica on the window sill where he  performed that day. He turned and began to briskly walk back. He was annoyed when two women walked up to him and began to talk to him. He told them he did not have time and began to walk faster. They followed. When they arrived at the window sill, the harmonica was gone. The old man almost put his fist through the window. The older woman, continuing in her kind, soft voice, offered the old man the jacket she was holding. It was a brand new, thick, wool overcoat. He wondered why she had not given it to the young man who had been sitting there, cold, without a coat. She responded that the man, after trying on the coat, declined their gift and pointed them down the road to an older gentleman who seemed to be very cold. The old man complained and called it a trick. He began to rage about the young man who had obviously stolen his precious harmonica. When he asked the woman why she was giving away jackets, she responded by pointing to the church on the corner. He knew what was coming next, but he let her finish her pitch. Later that night the man rolled over and felt something stick him in the side. He reached into his new coat pocket and pulled out a small Bible. He assumed one of the women placed it there. Then, inside the Bible he found a short note.&amp;nbsp;It read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Dear Sir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have been listening to you play guitar and sing for weeks now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Most days I have to be at work before you are finished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I really&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;enjoy your music. I want you to have this Bible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I have learned&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;so much from reading it. I hope you will too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I hope to talk to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;you more about it soon. You may have heard&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;about Jesus, but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;you have not yet heard what he has done in&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;my life. Looking&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;forward to hearing you play again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Aparajita, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Caleb (a.k.a. "the guy in the wheelchair")&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'AR BLANCA'; font-size: large;"&gt;P.S. - I put your harmonica in the inside pocket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'AR BLANCA'; font-size: large;"&gt;I made sure&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR BLANCA'; font-size: large;"&gt;the ladies knew to give this jacket&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'AR BLANCA'; font-size: large;"&gt;to the guy with the guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-3866955743064552565?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3866955743064552565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/01/guy-with-guitar-short-short-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3866955743064552565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3866955743064552565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2011/01/guy-with-guitar-short-short-story.html' title='The Guy with the Guitar (a short, short-story)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-2167728056253068592</id><published>2010-12-29T14:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:59:22.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can Be Known?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 24px;"&gt;What can be known of truth but that which has been tested?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;What can be known of God but that which has been revealed?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;What can be known of love but that which has been rendered?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;What can be known of heartache but that which has been endured?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: small;"&gt;What can be known of grace but that which has been received?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-weight: normal;"&gt;What can be received but that which has first been given?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-weight: normal;"&gt;"But now the righteousness of God has been manifested apart from the law, although the Law and the Prophets bear witness to it— the righteousness of God through faith in Jesus Christ for all who believe. For there is no distinction: for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God,&amp;nbsp;and are justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, whom God put forward as a propitiation by his blood, to be received by faith. This was to show God's righteousness, because in his divine forbearance he had passed over former sins. It was to show his righteousness at the present time, so that he might be just and the justifier of the one who has faith in Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="LEFT" style="line-height: 0.26in; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/Romans%203:21-23;%20Romans%203:24-26"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Romans 3:21-26 ESV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-2167728056253068592?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2167728056253068592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-can-be-known.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2167728056253068592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2167728056253068592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-can-be-known.html' title='What Can Be Known?'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-3055535694011210442</id><published>2010-07-13T13:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T06:57:28.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What are you praying for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"What are you praying for that does not make sense - that you will be ridiculed by man - but biblically, in faith, you are praying. It's how you cultivate faith." &lt;a href="http://www.theredrevolution.com/the-movement/"&gt;Adam Thomason&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something God has been reminding me of lately comes from &lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/Matthew%207:3-5"&gt;Matthew 7&lt;/a&gt;, verses 3 through 5. I have been praying for God to convict others of sin in their life. Of course, I knew beforehand that I would be a major hypocrite if, first, I didn't pray that God would convict me of my own sin. The problem is, I wasn't paying much attention. Sure, I prayed for God to convict me of sin in my life, but before I spent any time listening, I moved quickly into prayers for God to convict someone else. It didn't take long for me to not only forget about my own convictions (and in many cases, go right back to sinning), but to stop praying for those others as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Some of you may be wondering how I could have the nerve to pray for God to convict others at all. Shouldn't I be solely concerned with my own screw-ups, and let everyone else do as they do? Let me start by saying that I believe Christians are encouraged - even commanded - to pray for fellow Christians, which includes praying for the Holy Spirit to convict us of sin - that we would seek forgiveness and repent as we are continually sanctified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/2%20Corinthians%203:17-18"&gt;2 Corinthians 3:17-18&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/Galatians%205:16-25"&gt;Galatians 5:16-25&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/James%205:13-16"&gt;James 5:13-16&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"And this is the confidence that we have toward him, that if we ask anything according to his will he hears us. And if we know that he hears us in whatever we ask, we know that we have the requests that we have asked of him. If anyone sees his brother committing a sin not leading to death, he shall ask, and God will give him life—to those who commit sins that do not lead to death. There is sin that leads to death; I do not say that one should pray for that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(1 John 5:14-16 ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Furthermore, I believe it is also an act of obedience to God for me to pray for the Holy Spirit to convict those who have not yet put their faith in Christ. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.esvonline.org/John%2016:7-11"&gt;John 16:7-11&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people...This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth. For there is one God, and there is one mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus, who gave himself as a ransom for all, which is the testimony given at the proper time." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(1 Timothy 2:1-6 ESV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;George Müller explains, far better than I can, the importance of persevering in prayer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The great point is to never give up until the answer comes. I have been  praying every day for fifty-two years for two men, sons of a friend of  my youth. They are not converted yet, but they will be!  How can it be  otherwise? There is the unchanging promise of Jehovah, and on that I  rest. The great fault of the children of God is that they do not  continue in prayer; they do not go on praying; they do not persevere. If  they desire anything of God's glory, they should pray until they get  it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;On a side note (and somewhat unrelated), more from George Müller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Now in brotherly love and affection I would give a few hints to my  younger fellow-believers as to the way in which to keep up spiritual  enjoyment. It is absolutely needful in order that happiness in the Lord  may continue, that the Scriptures be regularly read. These are God's  appointed means for the nourishment of the inner man....Consider it,  and ponder over it.... Especially we should read regularly through  the Scriptures, consecutively, and not pick out here and there a  chapter. If we do, we remain spiritual dwarfs. I tell you so  affectionately. For the first four years after my conversion I made no  progress, because I neglected the Bible. But when I regularly read on  through the whole with reference to my own heart and soul, I directly  made progress. Then my peace and joy continued more and more. Now I have  been doing this for 47 years. I have read through the whole Bible about  100 times and I always find it fresh when I begin again. Thus my peace  and joy have increased more and more." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-3055535694011210442?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3055535694011210442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-are-you-praying-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3055535694011210442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3055535694011210442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-are-you-praying-for.html' title='What are you praying for?'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-5937262349709548496</id><published>2010-07-11T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:06:15.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unless You Knew Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Winter subdues her happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The warm sun is temporary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Merely a drug - August Euphoria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Unless you knew her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saw her face shine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Unless you knew her name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Unless you bore her pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;April: An eternity away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Who's embrace will warm her soul?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Passion fades with the dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Hunger, thirst, discontent &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The woman at the well&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Everyone knew her name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But knew not of her pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A compassionate stranger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;gave her living water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-5937262349709548496?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5937262349709548496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/07/unless-you-knew-her.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5937262349709548496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5937262349709548496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/07/unless-you-knew-her.html' title='Unless You Knew Her'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-394529204303756035</id><published>2010-07-07T02:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:21:13.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Your Light On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Waiting for a new day to begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Don't know what to look for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Darkness precedes the dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Led by the sound of Your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm just not that good 'a listener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;You would scream if it would help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Keep whispering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Train my ear to hear Your call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why do I run to the sound of destruction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your directions point to life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Liar shows me shortcuts leading to death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Keep Your light on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Ignite Your Spirit in me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Jesus, the way, the truth and the life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-394529204303756035?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/394529204303756035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-your-light-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/394529204303756035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/394529204303756035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/07/keep-your-light-on-me.html' title='Keep Your Light On Me'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4150979847334884495</id><published>2010-03-31T00:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:15:03.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>James 1:5-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(v.5) "If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Now for that small, yet very significant word "but"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(vs. 6-8) "BUT let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. For that person must not suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I have either overlooked or ignored verses 6-8 in the past. I certainly never applied them to my prayer life in any significant way. I am not sure if I even know what it means to "ask in faith, with no doubting." God has helped me a ton over the past several months to trust Him more, but NO doubting? Not even a little bit? That's hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almighty God, help me to trust You, fully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;(see also&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=matt%207:7-11&amp;amp;version=ESV" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;Matthew 7:7-11&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4150979847334884495?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4150979847334884495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/03/james-15-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4150979847334884495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4150979847334884495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/03/james-15-8.html' title='James 1:5-8'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-801488799818606033</id><published>2010-03-24T01:51:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T08:58:24.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeble. An attempt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An attempt to say /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;what I could not say /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My mouth left dry /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;eyes crying in fear / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Melancholy but not empty /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;not completely empty /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A door stands atop a mountain /&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;floating on a grief colored sea /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Behind it, my soul hides /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://desiringgod.org/" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/S6pRGz8LQuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/H23n8Q3TsFs/s320/unbelief.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;At the bottom of the evening sky /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you and I became day and night /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A wall blocks the door /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The door is locked /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The lock is on fire /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your passion melts the key /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My hands are made of dead leaves /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;that have fallen from a tree /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My heart reaches for a hammer /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;to knock down the damned wall /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Despair for joy /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grace replaces /&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus knocks down walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-801488799818606033?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/801488799818606033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/03/melancholy-but-not-empty-not-completely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/801488799818606033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/801488799818606033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/03/melancholy-but-not-empty-not-completely.html' title='Feeble. An attempt.'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/S6pRGz8LQuI/AAAAAAAAAMY/H23n8Q3TsFs/s72-c/unbelief.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4295254318427788814</id><published>2010-03-05T11:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:23:44.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Now I would remind you, brothers, of the gospel I preached to you, which you received, in which you stand, and by which you are being saved, if you hold fast to the word I preached to you - unless you believed in vain." 1 Corinthians 15:1-2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Why did the Corinthians need to be reminded of the gospel that Paul preached to them? We're talking about The Apostle Paul here! He preached to them the good news of Christ's death, burial, and resurrection. Were they not fully convinced? How much time had past, I wonder, between the time he first preached to them, and the writing of this letter? In some ways, though, the length of time doesn't matter; even if it were only a matter of days, I would be equally as guilty as the Corinthians. It amazes me how quickly I forget God's grace and salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm not alone in my roller-coaster-like faith...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even a man as close to God as King David had his ups and downs. In Psalm 21, David writes: "O Lord, in your strength the king rejoices, and in your salvation how greatly he exults! You have given him his heart's desire and have not withheld the request of his lips." Then, one chapter later, in Psalm 22, he writes: "My God, my God why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, from the words of my groaning?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fear, doubt and despondency... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;These are not to be taken lightly. Satan wants us to be consumed with ourselves, with our feelings and emotions. I'm not saying it is a sin to feel pain or sorrow, but we cannot allow those feelings to lead to despair and disbelief. We have to keep going!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ephesians 6:10-13 "Finally, be strong in the Lord and in&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;the strength of his might. Put on the whole armor of God, that you may be able to stand against the schemes of the devil. For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places. Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand firm. Stand therefore...&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=eph%206:14-20&amp;amp;version=ESV" target="”_blank”"&gt;(check out the armor of God!)&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;...and read &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=heb%2012&amp;amp;version=ESV" target="”_blank”"&gt;Hebrews 12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We are not expected to go alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 Corinthians 1:3-7 "Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. For as we share abundantly in&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;Christ’s sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too.&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; and if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which you experience when you patiently endure the same sufferings that we suffer. Our hope for you is unshaken, for we know that as you&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;share in our sufferings, you will also share in our comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:7-12 "But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh. So death is at work in us, but life in you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;John 14:16-17 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Helper, to be with you forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-size: small;"&gt;even the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it neither sees him nor knows him. You know him, for he dwells with you and will be in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;John 16:32-33 "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Behold, the hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4295254318427788814?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4295254318427788814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-reminder.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4295254318427788814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4295254318427788814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-reminder.html' title='Just a Reminder'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1380700426390766562</id><published>2010-02-11T09:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T16:24:24.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luther &amp; Driscoll put it far better than I can...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"Ask and examine your heart diligently, and you will find whether it cleaves to God alone or not. If you have a heart that can expect of Him nothing but what is good, especially in want and distress, and that, moreover renounces and forsakes everything that is not God, then you have the only true God. If on the contrary, it cleaves to anything else, of which it expects more good and help than of God, and does not take refuge in Him, but in adversity flees from Him, then you have an idol, another god." - Martin Luther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mark Driscoll on worship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theresurgence.com/worship_spiritual_disciplines" target="”_blank”"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;http://theresurgence.com/worship_spiritual_disciplines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Without getting into every single thing that I worship on a &lt;i&gt;daily&lt;/i&gt; basis, I will say this: It is a struggle for me to keep God first in my life. I don't think I am going out on a limb by saying that, as the greatest of Christian men and women, past and present, fully admit that they struggle as well. So, why is it so hard to talk about? We are all in a constant battle against the devil, temptation, and sin, but why does it seem as though pride is that one sin that keeps us furthest from God? I say "seems" because all sin keeps us infinitely apart from God, but pride, I think, in some ways, is like a gateway drug. If pride wins, and I begin to worship myself, then all the other sinful, temporary pleasures of this world will inevitably follow. I am so thankful that God is a just, good and sovereign God; He is the God of all grace who cares for us and wants us to humbly come to Him in repentance of our sins. Then, Jesus, in all His glory, washes our sins away and makes it possible for us to have a relationship with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The following verses have been, without question, my favorite and the most helpful to me over the past several months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30455"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt;Humble yourselves, therefore, under the mighty hand of God so that at the proper time he may exalt you, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30456"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;casting all your anxieties on him, because he cares for you. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30457"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30458"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;Resist him, firm in your faith, knowing that the same kinds of suffering are being experienced by your brotherhood throughout the world. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30459"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-30460"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;To him be the dominion forever and ever. Amen." &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20peter%205:6-11&amp;amp;version=ESV" target="”_blank”"&gt;1 Peter 5:6-11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1380700426390766562?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1380700426390766562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/02/luther-driscoll-put-it-far-better-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1380700426390766562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1380700426390766562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/02/luther-driscoll-put-it-far-better-than.html' title='Luther &amp; Driscoll put it far better than I can...'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-2460560829533428783</id><published>2010-02-02T17:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T09:24:23.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/S2ilFrpcLjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mokj0LxzG58/s1600-h/2777932633_d0d19a5323_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/S2ilFrpcLjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mokj0LxzG58/s320/2777932633_d0d19a5323_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;from Pilgrim's Progress, by John Bunyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: normal;"&gt;"True or right fear is discovered by three things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: normal;"&gt;1. By it's rise - it is caused by saving convictions for sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: normal;"&gt;2. It driveth the soul to lay fast hold of Christ for salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: normal;"&gt;3. It begetteth and continueth in the soul a great reverence of God, his word and ways, keeping it tender and making it afraid to turn from them to the right hand or to the left, to anything that may dishonor God, break it's peace, grieve the Spirit, or cause the enenmy to speak reproachfully."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=job%2028:28&amp;amp;version=ESV"target=”_blank”&gt;Job 28:28&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ps%20111:10&amp;amp;version=ESV"target=”_blank”&gt;Psalms 111:10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=prov%201:7&amp;amp;version=ESV"target=”_blank”&gt;Proverbs 1:7&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=prov%209:10&amp;amp;version=ESV"target=”_blank”&gt;9:10&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mazakar/" rel="cc:attributionURL"target=”_blank”&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/mazakar/&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/" rel="license"target=”_blank”&gt;CC BY-NC-ND 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=prov%209:10&amp;amp;version=ESV"target=”_blank”&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/" rel="license"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/S2ilFrpcLjI/AAAAAAAAAKo/mokj0LxzG58/s72-c/2777932633_d0d19a5323_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-2323213826062986579</id><published>2010-01-24T17:07:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:55:32.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Side (Praise, Praise, Praise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've seen the bright side of night /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've seen the dark side of day /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Prayers lead to tears lead to prayers / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've heard a baby's laugh /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've heard a mother's cry /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Prayers lead to tears lead to prayers /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've raised my hands to grace /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I've bowed my head to justice / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Praise leads to joy leads to praise /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your joy becomes mine /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I will sing Your praise /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your grace on me shines /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm singing praise, praise, praise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm singing Jesus' praise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-2323213826062986579?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2323213826062986579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/01/bright-side-praise-praise-praise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2323213826062986579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2323213826062986579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2010/01/bright-side-praise-praise-praise.html' title='Bright Side (Praise, Praise, Praise)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8027132338732167481</id><published>2009-12-24T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:08:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More or Less</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We are moral-less /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more, no less / &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so says the scientist / &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about our humanness / &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if God created us? / &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would our sins, by Him, be blessed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8027132338732167481?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8027132338732167481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-or-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8027132338732167481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8027132338732167481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-or-less.html' title='More or Less'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8745198829424267207</id><published>2009-12-24T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:31:08.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The cage is warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to the calloused soul / &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust is sweet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;to the bitter eye / &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With delusive smiles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;she does intrigue /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;holding captive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the heart of man / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, where are your sisters? /&lt;br /&gt;Look at their pictures /&lt;br /&gt;Remember the innocent daughters /&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to what they taught us /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love shares not it's bed with hate /&lt;br /&gt;Shame clenches tight upon men's lips /&lt;br /&gt;The very bodies that are on display /&lt;br /&gt;are the sisters and daughters Christ came to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8745198829424267207?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1513803751460062363</id><published>2009-12-18T16:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:19:26.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrasive, or A Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SywLAAzNSAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1DiN-2Wdn90/s1600-h/4041076403_94b6b59043+bwcrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SywLAAzNSAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1DiN-2Wdn90/s200/4041076403_94b6b59043+bwcrop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416716546662549506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Choking on /&lt;br /&gt;abrasive cries /&lt;br /&gt;A face to help /&lt;br /&gt;words or thoughts /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kindly gifts /&lt;br /&gt;worthless aid /&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed /&lt;br /&gt;Time her pain /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go /&lt;br /&gt;so I don't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;div cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" about="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbyfleur/4041076403/"&gt;&lt;a rel="cc:attributionURL" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbyfleur/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbyfleur/&lt;/a&gt; / &lt;a rel="license" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/"&gt;CC BY-NC-SA 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1513803751460062363?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1513803751460062363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/abrasive-or-gift.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1513803751460062363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1513803751460062363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/abrasive-or-gift.html' title='Abrasive, or A Gift'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SywLAAzNSAI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1DiN-2Wdn90/s72-c/4041076403_94b6b59043+bwcrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8485712906176333310</id><published>2009-12-01T08:44:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T05:40:34.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are not alone in your tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death forever; and the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces, and the reproach of His people He will take away from all the earth, for the Lord has spoken.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;God sees your tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Psalm 56:8 You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We are called to cry with each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Romans 12:15 Rejoice with those who rejoice, weep with those who weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Don't let your tears turn into anxiety...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Philippians 4:6 Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...or self-pity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Psalm 42:11 Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise Him, my salvation and my God.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Face trials with joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;James 1:2-4 Count it all joy, my brothers, when you meet trials of various kinds, for you know that the testing of your faith produces steadfastness. And let steadfastness have its full effect, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking in nothing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jesus Christ suffered, cried, died, and conquered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Hebrews 2:14-18 Since therefore the children share in flesh and blood, He Himself likewise partook of the same things, that through death He might destroy the one who has the power of death, that is, the devil, and deliver all those who through fear of death were subject to lifelong slavery. For surely it is not angels that He helps, but He helps the offspring of Abraham. Therefore He had to be made like His brothers in every respect, so that He might become a merciful and faithful high priest in the service of God, to make propitiation for the sins of the people. For because He Himself has suffered when tempted, He is able to help those who are being tempted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I cannot think of a better way to encourage a brother or sister in Christ than to show them the following verses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;2 Peter 1:3-9 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to His great mercy, He has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God’s power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been grieved by various trials, so that the tested genuineness of your faith—more precious than gold that perishes though it is tested by fire—may be found to result in praise and glory and honor at the revelation of Jesus Christ. Though you have not seen Him, you love Him. Though you do not now see Him, you believe in Him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Praise God for His word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8485712906176333310?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8485712906176333310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8485712906176333310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8485712906176333310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/12/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4463115242683985393</id><published>2009-10-06T10:13:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T01:33:04.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem: Sinful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My right arm ripped away /&lt;br /&gt;perverted am I to long for its return /&lt;br /&gt;when in the absence of it /&lt;br /&gt;my soul has been reborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;check out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%205:29-30&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;Matthew 5:29-30&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, and, if you have time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=romans%206&amp;amp;version=NASB"&gt;Romans 6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4463115242683985393?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4463115242683985393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-sinful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4463115242683985393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4463115242683985393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/10/poem-sinful.html' title='a poem: Sinful'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8771114346299216941</id><published>2009-09-10T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T04:04:29.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection Heavenly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;My reflection heavenly? / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; May this life not be in vain / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What image will my soul unveil / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let Your grace shine, though I fail / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; How to display Your wonder /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What do I have to offer? / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Always falling short of holy / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Oh, Lord, I am not worthy /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let not the trees dance better / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; A bird's song bring more delight / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; What can I give my mighty Lord? / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; My life, my God, You restored / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let my words magnify / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let my thoughts edify / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Jesus Christ stands before me / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Let my praise be for Your glory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8771114346299216941?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8771114346299216941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflection-heavenly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8771114346299216941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8771114346299216941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/reflection-heavenly.html' title='Reflection Heavenly'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-3864314840587091849</id><published>2009-09-10T07:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T07:52:02.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Jonathan Edwards said one of the most convicting things I have ever heard when he said the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Our external delights, our earthly pleasures, our ambition and our reputation, our human relationships, for all of these things, our desires are eager, our appetites strong, our love, warm and affectionate. When it comes to these things our hearts are tender and sensitive, deeply impressed, easily moved, much concern and greatly engaged. We are depressed at our losses and we are excited and joyful about any worldly success or prosperity. But when it comes to spiritual matters, how dull we feel. How heavy and hard our hearts. We can sit and hear of the infinite length and height and breadth and love of God in Christ Jesus, of His giving of His infinitely dear Son, and yet sit there cold and unmoved. If we are going to be excited about anything, shouldn’t it be our spiritual lives? Is there anything more inspiring, more exciting, more lovable and desirable in heaven or on earth than the Gospel of Jesus Christ? We should be utterly humbled that we are not more emotionally affected than we are in the church.”&lt;/blockquote&gt; Thanks to Pastor David Platt from &lt;a href="http://www.brookhills.org/"&gt;The Church at Brook Hills&lt;/a&gt; for pointing me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-3864314840587091849?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3864314840587091849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/jonathan-edwards-said-one-of-most.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3864314840587091849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3864314840587091849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/09/jonathan-edwards-said-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1017556430825632164</id><published>2009-09-03T09:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T03:40:46.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I neglected to...</title><content type='html'>...eat breakfast;&lt;br /&gt;study for that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...get to work on time;&lt;br /&gt;smile at the kid in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...drink plenty of water;&lt;br /&gt;write to my great-grandmother's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...forgive whomever hit my car;&lt;br /&gt;comfort the drunk at the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...read the Bible;&lt;br /&gt;care for my rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...call my brother;&lt;br /&gt;hold the child with no mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...knock on my neighbor's door;&lt;br /&gt;clothe the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...kiss my nieces on the cheek;&lt;br /&gt;encourage the guy they call "freak".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...feed the homeless man;&lt;br /&gt;give my friend a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...bring the lonely widow dinner;&lt;br /&gt;fix my coworker's busted printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pray for my sister;&lt;br /&gt;tell my mom I missed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...admit I was to blame;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tell the world that Jesus lives,&lt;br /&gt;and, also, that He forgives&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, God, I pray that You will help me to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1017556430825632164?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1017556430825632164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-i-neglected-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1017556430825632164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1017556430825632164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-i-neglected-to.html' title='Today, I neglected to...'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-65676365468201691</id><published>2009-08-20T08:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T08:57:05.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever called out for someone only to realize that they were standing right behind you? That's how I felt today when I yelled out to God for not "being there" for me when I needed Him. He said, "I'm right here!" I felt pretty foolish. I know He is always with me. So, what's the problem? Why is it that I don't "feel" God's presence sometimes when things aren't going great? Is it me? Or, is God trying to teach me something? I know not to expect everything to be easy. I know to rely on God during trials. I guess knowing those things and putting them into practice are two different things. Thankfully, God is much more patient than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I pray that You will help me to pray. When the hour, day, or week is tough, give me peace that passes all understanding, that I might bring glory to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Corinthians 4:7-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28850"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;But we have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that the surpassing power belongs to God and not to us. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28851"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28852"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;persecuted, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but not forsaken&lt;/span&gt;; struck down, but not destroyed; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28853"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; always carrying in the body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our bodies. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-ESV-28854"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;For we who live are always being given over to death for Jesus’ sake, so that the life of Jesus also may be manifested in our mortal flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-65676365468201691?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/65676365468201691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/65676365468201691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/65676365468201691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-are-you.html' title='Where Are You?'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-6935081111457087553</id><published>2009-08-13T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T10:34:27.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort My Soul</title><content type='html'>If the night ends / and joy's still gone / &lt;br /&gt;have I waited in vain / or was I just wrong / &lt;br /&gt;If morning comes / still full of tears / &lt;br /&gt;have I cried out in vain / Lord, did You not hear / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! My God! / forgive my doubt / &lt;br /&gt;I need You Lord / please hear me now / &lt;br /&gt;Oh, my God / uplift my soul / &lt;br /&gt;Loving Father please hold me now / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the night ends / joy fills my soul / &lt;br /&gt;For I called out Your name / and You made me whole / &lt;br /&gt;Morning is here / a brand new day / &lt;br /&gt;I will lift up this song / Your name I will praise / &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus - Glorious!&lt;br /&gt;Father - God of All!&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - Faithful One!&lt;br /&gt;My King I adore Your name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-6935081111457087553?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6935081111457087553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/comfort-my-soul_13.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6935081111457087553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6935081111457087553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/08/comfort-my-soul_13.html' title='Comfort My Soul'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4055151010685974789</id><published>2009-06-27T11:54:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:00:48.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(You) Fade to Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sleep comes / the moon falls /&lt;br /&gt;Now I fly to her /&lt;br /&gt;Night sky / fades to blue /&lt;br /&gt;Now I fly to her /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answers the door /&lt;br /&gt;wearing sleepless nights on her face /&lt;br /&gt;She falls in my arms /&lt;br /&gt;I fall out of sleep; into space /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear her soft song /&lt;br /&gt;a lament for my longing heart /&lt;br /&gt;I cannot touch her /&lt;br /&gt;Now I wake and we drift apart /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of angels /&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you /&lt;br /&gt;I dream of our home /&lt;br /&gt;and fade to blue /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fade to blue /&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, tonight /&lt;br /&gt;I'll fade to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4055151010685974789?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4055151010685974789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-fade-to-blue.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4055151010685974789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4055151010685974789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-fade-to-blue.html' title='(You) Fade to Blue'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8519321446525641327</id><published>2009-06-21T14:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:26:42.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Song of Redemption</title><content type='html'>This is another song of redemption /&lt;br /&gt;I fall to my knees in adoration /&lt;br /&gt;What can I say to lift You up /&lt;br /&gt;My words are never enough /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me to be stronger /&lt;br /&gt;I cannot go on any longer /&lt;br /&gt;I will praise You every day /&lt;br /&gt;just don't know how to get through today /&lt;br /&gt;When everything seems so wrong /&lt;br /&gt;I hear You say that I still belong /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fall at Your feet /&lt;br /&gt;It's You Lord that I seek /&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel too weak /&lt;br /&gt;You hold me to Your cheek /&lt;br /&gt;and say I love you, My child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8519321446525641327?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8519321446525641327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-song-of-redemption.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8519321446525641327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8519321446525641327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-song-of-redemption.html' title='Another Song of Redemption'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-966594659094717738</id><published>2009-06-01T17:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T06:01:58.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look</title><content type='html'>I look to the wind / it blows me down /&lt;br /&gt;I look to the sky / it burns my eyes /&lt;br /&gt;I look to the sea / it washes over me /&lt;br /&gt;I look to the cross / now I'm no longer lost /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was dying / You heard me crying /&lt;br /&gt;You died for me / and now I can see /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look down on me from /&lt;br /&gt;Your throne up in Heaven /&lt;br /&gt;You walk next to me /&lt;br /&gt;You say I'm not alone /&lt;br /&gt;in this crazy world /&lt;br /&gt;that for now I call home /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Lord, I lift my soul to You /&lt;br /&gt;God, I trust in You /&lt;br /&gt;Teach me Lord, all of Your ways /&lt;br /&gt;For You are the God of salvation /&lt;br /&gt;On You I will wait all the day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-966594659094717738?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/966594659094717738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/look.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/966594659094717738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/966594659094717738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/look.html' title='Look'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-7299001871423834757</id><published>2009-06-01T17:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T05:58:36.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$oul</title><content type='html'>You look familiar / Do I know you? /&lt;br /&gt;I thought I saw you / in last night's dream /&lt;br /&gt;You're not who you seem / I'm not a fool /&lt;br /&gt;I know it was you / Nothing you say is true /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll buy a lie / if you sell it cheap /&lt;br /&gt;It'll cost my soul / In Hell to weep /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my life's not for sale /&lt;br /&gt;because although I fail /&lt;br /&gt;My savior gave His life /&lt;br /&gt;His blood, the ultimate price&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-7299001871423834757?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7299001871423834757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/oul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7299001871423834757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7299001871423834757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/06/oul.html' title='$oul'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4670894339776454626</id><published>2009-05-23T01:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:09:51.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I miss you / Where are you? /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Could it be that / you know that  /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I'm okay / Are you okay? /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;What kind of girl / could lock up my heart /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;throw away the key / and leave me in the dark /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Amelia you were light / Amelia you were warm /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I can't see without you / I'm caught in your storm /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Did you try / to feel my /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;intense pain / did you gain /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;what you need / without me? /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As long as you are happy / satisfaction smothers joy /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Can you truly be happy / when all you think about is...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4670894339776454626?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4670894339776454626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/05/amelia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4670894339776454626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4670894339776454626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/05/amelia.html' title='Amelia'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-2919341314465044382</id><published>2009-04-25T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:00:37.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Defying God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts 12:11&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when Peter had come to himself, he said, "Now I know for certain that the Lord has sent His angel, and has delivered me from the hand of Herod and &lt;u&gt;from all the expectation of the Jewish people&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that last part. We see God delivering His people from the hands of tyrants all throughout the Bible, but I think I can relate a little bit better to having expectations defied. We as Christians tend to have our own expectations of what God is going to do before He miraculously does something completely different, and far better than what we could have imagined. That's not to say that most of us don't believe in an all-powerful God, but no matter how powerful I imagined Him yesterday, today He is showing me that that box just was not big enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-2919341314465044382?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2919341314465044382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/04/defying-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2919341314465044382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2919341314465044382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/04/defying-god.html' title='A Defying God'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8079123167164085326</id><published>2009-03-10T07:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:12:46.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recreant for a Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before we said goodbye /&lt;br /&gt;I kissed You on the cheek /&lt;br /&gt;You were off to save the world /&lt;br /&gt;I was far to weak /&lt;br /&gt;All I knew was what I wanted /&lt;br /&gt;thirty pieces I had counted /&lt;br /&gt;My desire for wealth and honor /&lt;br /&gt;sent God's lamb to the slaughter /&lt;br /&gt;A coward, I am /&lt;br /&gt;I betrayed the Son of man /&lt;br /&gt;My name isn't Judas /&lt;br /&gt;but it was God's Son I kissed /&lt;br /&gt;I want to know You /&lt;br /&gt;I want what I want, too /&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, who can glorify /&lt;br /&gt;when all I care about is I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8079123167164085326?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8079123167164085326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/recreant-for-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8079123167164085326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8079123167164085326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/recreant-for-dream.html' title='Recreant for a Dream'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-6448383603563995757</id><published>2009-03-03T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T15:41:35.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Voice</title><content type='html'>Lifeless, her body lies in the dark /&lt;br /&gt;Her hands are still warm /&lt;br /&gt;Blood falls to the floor /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder! He buries his guilt once more /&lt;br /&gt;His hands are stained red /&lt;br /&gt;No one sees his shame /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mother didn't name her  /&lt;br /&gt;Her father didn't care /&lt;br /&gt;God holds her in His arms /&lt;br /&gt;naming each precious hair /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please rescue /&lt;br /&gt;those without a choice /&lt;br /&gt;This prayer I cry /&lt;br /&gt;for the child with no voice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-6448383603563995757?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6448383603563995757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-voice.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6448383603563995757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6448383603563995757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-voice.html' title='No Voice'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-7814565910774549392</id><published>2009-02-23T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T04:17:01.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Son Shines</title><content type='html'>There's a gray sky in my heart /&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows cold air /&lt;br /&gt;through my frail lungs /&lt;br /&gt;I can barely breathe /&lt;br /&gt;without You right here /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray of hope push away /&lt;br /&gt;the clouds of doubt in my soul /&lt;br /&gt;Son of God I speak Your name /&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ make me whole /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a blue sky in my heart /&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird I'll fly to You, /&lt;br /&gt;so I can ask You why /&lt;br /&gt;You saved a wretch like me /&lt;br /&gt;from my storm of sin /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray of hope pushed away /&lt;br /&gt;the clouds of doubt in my soul /&lt;br /&gt;Son of God I spoke Your name /&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ made me whole /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Son shines bright within my soul /&lt;br /&gt;and I will praise the One who made me whole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-7814565910774549392?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7814565910774549392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/son-shines.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7814565910774549392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7814565910774549392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/son-shines.html' title='The Son Shines'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-3584045703724979336</id><published>2009-02-20T02:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:18:34.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search</title><content type='html'>There's a way back / it captured our hearts /&lt;br /&gt;the longing for more / consumed our weary minds /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is our heart? / Where is our mind? /&lt;br /&gt;Why do we long / for less and more? /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we give / to those who need? /&lt;br /&gt;Should we die / only to succeed? /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I free? / Why am I still in need? /&lt;br /&gt;Why am I free? / Why do You still call me? /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am Yours / You push me forward /&lt;br /&gt;You teach me honor / I cry out for You /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You died / Jesus, You're alive /&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You proved that You are my GOD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-3584045703724979336?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3584045703724979336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/search.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3584045703724979336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3584045703724979336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/02/search.html' title='The Search'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1378760916931104707</id><published>2009-02-11T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:20:29.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does God want me to do? FOLLOW</title><content type='html'>In the New King James version of the Bible, some form of the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;follow&lt;/span&gt; is mentioned 82 times in the four gospels alone, and another 61 times in the rest of the New Testament. It sounds to me like Jesus was trying to tell us something. These two verses especially stood out to me: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 16:24&lt;/span&gt; - Then Jesus said to His disciples, “If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Luke 9:23&lt;/span&gt; - Then He said to them all: "If anyone would come after Me, he must deny himself and take up his cross &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;daily&lt;/span&gt; and follow Me. That word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daily &lt;/span&gt;motivates me, scares me, saddens me, and encourages me all at the same time. What a calling! It is exciting to think about the fact that the God of creation is commanding me to follow Him. It's also sad to think about just how often I fail at it. Thankfully, I am following a gracious, just, and merciful God; He promises to love me even when I stumble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1378760916931104707?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1378760916931104707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-god-want-me-to-do-follow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1378760916931104707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1378760916931104707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-god-want-me-to-do-follow.html' title='What does God want me to do? FOLLOW'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8134536739530694693</id><published>2009-01-09T22:03:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:22:35.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What does God want me to do? CONFESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wait! There's more??? What could you possibly have to say now? You walked away, leaving no doubt that you thought you could make it on your own. I watched you abuse the gift I gave you. I heard you lie from the bottom of your heart. The direction that you took left you blind and lost. Now you want to make amends. What do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; think I should do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I have something else to tell You. I know I turned my back, thinking I could make it on my own. I threw it all away for lies and sin. I was blind and lost. I hate my old ways. Forgive me.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 John 1:9&lt;/span&gt; | If we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confess&lt;/span&gt; our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 10:9&lt;/span&gt; | If you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confess&lt;/span&gt; with your mouth the Lord Jesus and believe in your heart that God has raised Him from the dead, you will be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___ ___ ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have you ever stopped to think about what that word &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;confess&lt;/span&gt; means? Is it simply recognizing that we have sinned and asking God to forgive us? Is it the same as repentance? The Greek word for repent, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;metanoia,&lt;/span&gt; means "to change your mind". The Greek word for confess, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homolegeo, &lt;/span&gt;means "to say the same as", or to say we feel the same about that sin as God does. God hates sin; not only that, but He is the opposite of sin. We should hate sin and strive to be disparate from it as well. When I confess my sins to God, that same passionate disgust for those sins should be found in my heart. He will forgive us. No matter what our past looks like, He will forgive our sins when we believe in His Son, Christ Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8134536739530694693?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8134536739530694693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-god-want-me-to-do-confess.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8134536739530694693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8134536739530694693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-does-god-want-me-to-do-confess.html' title='What does God want me to do? CONFESS'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-5214932211743895731</id><published>2009-01-04T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:40:54.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolute Truth</title><content type='html'>Pastor Jack talked about "Absolute Truth" today. Is it real? Where does it come from? If you believe in God, you may or may not be surprised, but will certainly be saddened by the response of today's society (see video below). According to many, absolute truth comes from "inside us"; it comes from "culture", or "the majority", or it might not even exist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is everything relative? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Absolute&lt;/span&gt;ly not! Pastor Jack made a good point, and I will paraphrase: If absolute truth is based on society or culture, or even what is inside of those who are determining it, then what is the basis for right or wrong; good or evil? Was Adolf Hitler's truth good or evil? What about a cannibalistic tribe, is their truth good? If one does not base morals on an absolute truth, then they are basing their morals on shifting, shaking ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth matters because lies are destructive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Truth matters because God is truthful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:33-37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NKJV-23262" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Again you have heard that it was said to those of old, ‘You shall not swear falsely, but shall perform your oaths to the Lord.’ &lt;span id="en-NKJV-23263" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I say to you, do not swear at all: neither by heaven, for it is God’s throne; &lt;span id="en-NKJV-23264" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nor by the earth, for it is His footstool; nor by Jerusalem, for it is the city of the great King. &lt;span id="en-NKJV-23265" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nor shall you swear by your head, because you cannot make one hair white or black. &lt;span id="en-NKJV-23266" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But let your ‘Yes’ be ‘Yes,’ and your ‘No,’ ‘No.’ For whatever is more than these is from the evil one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are seeking Absolute Truth, I encourage you to check out some of these links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://soulation.org/library/articles/q_a_cultural_relativism.pdf" target="_new"&gt;Cultural Relativism&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.intothyword.org/pages.asp?pageid=53492" target="new"&gt;God, the Bible and You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;" href="http://vodpod.com/watch/870041-worldview-basics-part-3-selection-of-a-worldview" target="_new"&gt;Check out this video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-5214932211743895731?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5214932211743895731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/01/pastor-jack-talked-about-absolute-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5214932211743895731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5214932211743895731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2009/01/pastor-jack-talked-about-absolute-truth.html' title='Absolute Truth'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-3409258806467356432</id><published>2008-12-10T03:25:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:23:56.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lasting Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jesus, I want to resemble You / I fall on my face /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold my hand / Seize my heart /&lt;br /&gt;Give me rest / Give me peace /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where do the weary go? / To where do the hungry turn? /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jesus, rescue me again / You are my lasting savior /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jesus, I want to love like You / I don't have the courage /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hold my hand / Seize my heart /&lt;br /&gt;Give me hope / Give me strength /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You provide refuge, Lord / You offer shelter from the rain /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Jesus, revive my frail heart / You are my lasting savior /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;God conquered my sin / God will overcome /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You conquered the grave / You will overcome /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My lasting savior, Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-3409258806467356432?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3409258806467356432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/12/lasting-savior.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3409258806467356432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3409258806467356432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/12/lasting-savior.html' title='Lasting Savior'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-6395437294351030955</id><published>2008-12-05T04:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:25:52.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Have you ever asked yourself, "Why"? Or, this is probably more relevant, when was the last time you asked yourself, "Why"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Or, when was the last time you asked God, "Why"? If you are like me and most people I know, it was, most likely, only a few minutes ago, but that's just normal - and wise, I might add. One of our first words as children was "why". How else were we supposed to find out about things like: why the sky is blue; why you can't have dessert before dinner; why dogs and cats lick themselves; and why God created us all so different? I'm still wondering about those first three! God wants us to have faith in Him. He wants us to trust Him. He also wants us to learn from Him. When we ask Him for answers, He gives them to us. You've heard it before; the answers are "Yes", "No", and "Maybe" or "Wait" - Wait? That stinks! I am 29-years-old, and I don't think I am even close to mastering the art of waiting. So, I will probably keep getting "Wait" as an answer, not necessarily as punishment for my lack of patience, but as instruction to help me grow. Which brings up another question I ask quite often: How do I become a better man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-6395437294351030955?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6395437294351030955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6395437294351030955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6395437294351030955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/12/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-2272694546844593995</id><published>2008-11-12T09:34:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:55:59.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm going to be sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRrsiNmXX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cA311ZCLCZQ/s1600-h/3_61_111108_busad1_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRrsiNmXX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cA311ZCLCZQ/s320/3_61_111108_busad1_320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267782786673500018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WASHINGTON, D.C. —  You better watch out. There is a new combatant in the Christmas wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ads proclaiming, "Why believe in a god? Just be good for goodness' sake," will appear on Washington, D.C., buses starting next week and running through December. The American Humanist Association unveiled the provocative $40,000 holiday ad campaign Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lifting lyrics from "Santa Claus is Coming to Town," the Washington-based group is wading into what has become a perennial debate over commercialism, religion in the public square and the meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are trying to reach our audience, and sometimes in order to reach an audience, everybody has to hear you," said Fred Edwords, spokesman for the humanist group. "Our reason for doing it during the holidays is there are an awful lot of agnostics, atheists and other types of non-theists who feel a little alone during the holidays because of its association with traditional religion."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRrqaRLyxKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lFQXFM48Uds/s1600-h/3_62_111108_busad2_320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRrqaRLyxKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/lFQXFM48Uds/s320/3_62_111108_busad2_320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267780451173581986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To that end, the ads and posters will include a link to a Web site that will seek to connect and organize like-minded thinkers in the D.C. area, Edwords said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edwords said the purpose isn't to argue that God doesn't exist or change minds about a deity, although "we are trying to plant a seed of rational thought and critical thinking and questioning in people's minds."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,450445,00.html" target="_new"&gt;READ MORE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___ ___ ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Therefore God exalted him to the highest place, and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father." &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=philippians%202;&amp;amp;version=50;" target="_new"&gt;Philippians 2:9-11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-2272694546844593995?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/2272694546844593995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/washington-d.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2272694546844593995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/2272694546844593995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/washington-d.html' title='I think I&apos;m going to be sick'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRrsiNmXX3I/AAAAAAAAAFY/cA311ZCLCZQ/s72-c/3_61_111108_busad1_320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1966259773316807468</id><published>2008-11-06T13:57:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:56:34.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think?</title><content type='html'>What do you think about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRdv3i-LbLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Dmo5LpI6aA/s1600-h/food.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 107px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRdv3i-LbLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Dmo5LpI6aA/s320/food.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266801289304173746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...food?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes good, usually. It's a necessity for living. But, what if you didn't have any? What would you do to get it? What if your kids didn't have any? What would you do to get it for them? You could go for a while without it, but after a couple of weeks, you would become desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRdwFPeXxSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DjFPF4Wzau8/s1600-h/water.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRdwFPeXxSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DjFPF4Wzau8/s320/water.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266801524588660002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tastes good, usually! It's a necessity for living; even more so than food. What if you didn't have any water? You would only have a few days, at the most, to stay alive. None of this is news to anyone, I'm sure, but what would you do? If a situation presented itself that required you to sin in order to get that which would keep you alive, would you sin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRdw7bq7I9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yFqp1ih4h9E/s1600-h/jesus.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 118px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRdw7bq7I9I/AAAAAAAAAFA/yFqp1ih4h9E/s320/jesus.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266802455575471058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;...Jesus?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the bread of life. He is the source of living water! John 16:33 says, "I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world." I get goosebumps every time I hear that! "&lt;a href="http://www.hillsong.com/music/section.php?xSec=254" target="_new"&gt;My God is mighty to save&lt;/a&gt;"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___ ___ ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"My little children, these things I write to you, so that you may not sin. And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Now by this we know that we know Him, if we keep His commandments. He who says, “I know Him,” and does not keep His commandments, is a liar, and the truth is not in him. But whoever keeps His word, truly the love of God is perfected in him. By this we know that we are in Him. He who says he abides in Him ought himself also to walk just as He walked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20john%202;&amp;amp;version=50;" target="_new"&gt;1 John 2:1-6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1966259773316807468?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1966259773316807468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-you-think.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1966259773316807468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1966259773316807468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think?'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SRdv3i-LbLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7Dmo5LpI6aA/s72-c/food.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-7897094077254698663</id><published>2008-10-28T11:48:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:57:13.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of One (10-16-08)</title><content type='html'>The death of one / brings life to another&lt;br /&gt;Is it life worth living / When you're dead inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry for mercy / Always remember&lt;br /&gt;the one that was killed / didn't get that chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beating heart / was afraid of nothing&lt;br /&gt;Her beautiful hands / held on to her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was created / in the image of God&lt;br /&gt;Her soft lips and bright eyes / were truly a wonder to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;___ ___ ___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20139;&amp;amp;version=50;" target="_new"&gt;Psalm 139:13-16&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-7897094077254698663?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/7897094077254698663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-of-one-10-16-08.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7897094077254698663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/7897094077254698663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/death-of-one-10-16-08.html' title='The Death of One (10-16-08)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1409800277604901711</id><published>2008-10-28T11:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T11:47:55.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 7, 2008</title><content type='html'>Right now, I am packing my bags. And, for the first time in my life, I'm packing my bags with the intention of moving to a new state (I'm pretty sure my mom packed my bags when I was 4, and we moved from West Virginia to Ohio!). North Carolina, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am excited, there is a greater feeling, at this moment, of sorrow. If ever there was a point in my life that would best be described by the word "bittersweet", this would be it. The decision to leave Ohio was not an easy one. It ranks up there with the hardest decisions ever. Many of you know just how long it took me to finally make up my mind. I prayed; I sought the wise advice of close friends and loving family. God said, "you have to choose". That frustrated me! I wanted Him to tell me. My desire to live close to my family, weighed heavily on my heart. How could I choose one over the other? I didn't! I chose the place that I knew would be best for what I had planned for the future. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again, I say, "Thanks" to those of you who supported me through it all. Your prayers and encouragement, and God's hand, were my anchor during the roughest storm yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1409800277604901711?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1409800277604901711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-7-2008.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1409800277604901711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1409800277604901711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-7-2008.html' title='October 7, 2008'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-5536001553723182215</id><published>2008-10-28T11:46:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:11:34.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go(help)d (10-03-08)</title><content type='html'>Third cup of coffee / It's time for bed&lt;br /&gt;Crawl into space / You're in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirsty for her / Faking a smile&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do / It'll be a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go play / It's a dry day&lt;br /&gt;But it's raining in my heart / You are right&lt;br /&gt;we'll go tonight / But it's already dark here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whisper out loud / but no one hears&lt;br /&gt;Shout in my head / Scream through the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in a box / Full of his lies&lt;br /&gt;Fictional joy / holds out my cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help her / God help me&lt;br /&gt;God is my refuge / and my strength&lt;br /&gt;My very present  / help in trouble&lt;br /&gt;He utters His voice  / and the earth melts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Psalm 46)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-5536001553723182215?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/5536001553723182215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/gohelpd-10-03-08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5536001553723182215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/5536001553723182215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/gohelpd-10-03-08.html' title='Go(help)d (10-03-08)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4761151575507910223</id><published>2008-10-28T11:45:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:12:50.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God On His Throne (10-02-08)</title><content type='html'>You are truth / I am lies&lt;br /&gt;You are hope / I am doubt&lt;br /&gt;You are love / I am hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God You are perfect / You are holy&lt;br /&gt;You sit on Your throne / ruling the universe&lt;br /&gt;I will praise Your awesome name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;God! I sing out for You&lt;br /&gt;No one compares to Your glory&lt;br /&gt;God! I cry out to You&lt;br /&gt;Your light shines brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;God! I call out to You&lt;br /&gt;and worship Your holy name&lt;/blockquote&gt;You are peace / I am fear&lt;br /&gt;You are joy / I am despair&lt;br /&gt;You are love / I am hate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4761151575507910223?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4761151575507910223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-on-his-throne-10-02-08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4761151575507910223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4761151575507910223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-on-his-throne-10-02-08.html' title='God On His Throne (10-02-08)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4312823800893144919</id><published>2008-10-28T11:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:54:01.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apart (09-29-08)</title><content type='html'>Slowly following indefinite emotion&lt;br /&gt;Lost, a minute from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is where the heart is&lt;br /&gt;Miles from where...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in this world or on this world&lt;br /&gt;I breathe the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air is cold, then hot&lt;br /&gt;Just like I am happy, then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty love and pity are the enemy&lt;br /&gt;Love your enemies&lt;br /&gt;Pity and Love have become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have gone home  to live with their hearts&lt;br /&gt;I will go on living apart from mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*I read this again a little less than a year after I wrote it and I noticed that it lacked any concept of redemption. Obviously, I wrote this during a time when I wasn't feeling very redeemed. These lyrics seem confusing, even to me, but I think they describe pretty well, where I was at in my spiritual journey at the time. Thankfully, God pulled me out of this despairing time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4312823800893144919?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4312823800893144919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/apart-09-29-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4312823800893144919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4312823800893144919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/apart-09-29-08.html' title='Apart (09-29-08)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4332861167413194380</id><published>2008-10-28T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:07:52.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Awake (08-22-08)</title><content type='html'>Your eyes tell the story / Say what you mean&lt;br /&gt;Don't hold back / I'll be awake when you're ready&lt;br /&gt;Your heart never lies / Don't distance yourself&lt;br /&gt;Just let it out / I'll be awake when you're ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are closed / I listen to your voice&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish this moment / Your place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;hasn't changed at all / I draw close to you&lt;br /&gt;I feel your hand in mine / I'll never let it go&lt;br /&gt;This dream of mine / hasn't changed at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes tell the story / I've been up all night&lt;br /&gt;I won't hold back / I'll be awake when you're ready&lt;br /&gt;My heart never lies / And I still love you&lt;br /&gt;Please come back / I'll be awake when you're ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open / I see the pain&lt;br /&gt;I close them / and you've changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4332861167413194380?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4332861167413194380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-awake-08-22-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4332861167413194380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4332861167413194380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-awake-08-22-08.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Awake (08-22-08)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-8829526493960955095</id><published>2008-10-28T11:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:22:25.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Intentions (03-30-07) *VIDEO*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OPQZPY7olY" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SQcyTHx4mEI/AAAAAAAAADM/iYBqQpqI3gU/s320/GIvid2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262229993692895298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click above or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OPQZPY7olY" target="_new"&gt;here to watch the video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of good intentions&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you think I tried&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of misconceptions&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you think I lied&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to my side and I'll show you why&lt;br /&gt;Why what I said wasn't a lie&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of good intentions&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we didn't try&lt;br /&gt;I guess you died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of misconceptions&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you had to lie&lt;br /&gt;But at least you cried&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-8829526493960955095?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/8829526493960955095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-intentions-03-30-07-video_28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8829526493960955095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/8829526493960955095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-intentions-03-30-07-video_28.html' title='Good Intentions (03-30-07) *VIDEO*'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_un7jMoSzPo4/SQcyTHx4mEI/AAAAAAAAADM/iYBqQpqI3gU/s72-c/GIvid2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-1217238233462222444</id><published>2008-10-28T11:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:19:36.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Okay (06-26-08)</title><content type='html'>*I wrote this in Chicago. I obviously had more than just site seeing on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last time / I swear it'll be over soon&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have just one more / How will I ever bloom?&lt;br /&gt;Just one more time / Why is that always the way?&lt;br /&gt;She needs just one more / and then she'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go back soon / Maybe we can find our way&lt;br /&gt;Just want to see how far it'll last / Let's try alone for one more day&lt;br /&gt;No! No more / I will never let you be okay&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more / beyond this life of fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I heard Him / but do you really think He cares?&lt;br /&gt;We've already made it this far / It'll be okay; we'll get there&lt;br /&gt;I promise you won't be okay / And if you choose to turn&lt;br /&gt;back to His way / He will give you life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-1217238233462222444?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/1217238233462222444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-okay-06-26-08.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1217238233462222444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/1217238233462222444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-okay-06-26-08.html' title='Not Okay (06-26-08)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-3389445484741178045</id><published>2008-10-28T03:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:59:02.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He's My God (c. 2004)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;From the depths I have cried / Lord here my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Listen to my cries for mercy / If you recorded my sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;How could I stand? / Hear my songs of praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;You are the reason I sing / Your praise fills the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Your word formed the Heavens / Your grace lifts me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;So now I sing to my God in Heaven&lt;br /&gt;I sing to my Lord on high&lt;br /&gt;He will be with me through all of my trials&lt;br /&gt;And that's how I know He's my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;From the depths I have climbed / You heard my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;And lifted me off the ground / You forgave my sins in full&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Now I stand / Singing songs of praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I know the Lord is great / He is greater than all gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;He lifts fog from the earth / He sends lighting with the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and breathes out the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;(Psalm 130: 1-4; Habakkuk 3:3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-3389445484741178045?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/3389445484741178045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-my-god-c-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3389445484741178045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/3389445484741178045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-my-god-c-2004.html' title='He&apos;s My God (c. 2004)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-4294582950238007824</id><published>2008-10-28T03:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T02:01:43.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful (Sept. 2002)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;You are everything to me / I look into your eyes and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Something beautiful in you / Everything is beautiful with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Put your hand in mine / and I'll never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Hold me tight tonight / so I can feel you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;and that's when we'll know / We have each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I look into your eyes and see / You're the only one for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;There's something beautiful in you / I just want to show you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-4294582950238007824?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/4294582950238007824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-sept-2002.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4294582950238007824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/4294582950238007824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/beautiful-sept-2002.html' title='Beautiful (Sept. 2002)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6119610146321899636.post-6968218974346991283</id><published>2008-10-28T03:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:24:26.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Call (c. 1996)</title><content type='html'>*This is the first song I ever wrote. I performed it at a Salem Church of God youth retreat in the mid-'90s.&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave you a call / You decided no way&lt;br /&gt;My desire for you / was nothing new&lt;br /&gt;You could care less / You wanted your way&lt;br /&gt;My desire for you / You know that it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I want you - to give me your life&lt;br /&gt;I need you - to live your life for Me&lt;br /&gt;Why won't you - turn your life around&lt;br /&gt;and love Me 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I heard Your call / I'll give it a try&lt;br /&gt;My desire for You  / is nothing new&lt;br /&gt;You care for me / I want Your way&lt;br /&gt;My desire for You / You know it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I love You - and give You my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll serve You - and live my life for You&lt;br /&gt;You saved me - and turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;You've loved me through it all&lt;/blockquote&gt;You gave me life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6119610146321899636-6968218974346991283?l=viaterramusic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/feeds/6968218974346991283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-c-1996.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6968218974346991283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6119610146321899636/posts/default/6968218974346991283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaterramusic.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-c-1996.html' title='The Call (c. 1996)'/><author><name>Matt Rough</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/106592965220118169500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-GkjKgH2M0yA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Z-0BEsxEtIM/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
