Sunday, June 12, 2011

DAY 163 -- Feeding a Hungry Heart

It's been a struggle today and the lyrics to K.T. Oslin's song Feeding a Hungry Heart keep coming to my mind....

She would be so pretty 
If she’d only lose that weight 
Women can’t be thin enough, you know 
Instead of eating take-out 
She should be out on a date 
Not dining with a demon that she can’t control 
So misunderstood 
She’d stop it if she could 
Heaven knows the hell she feels inside 
Cause she’s feeding a hungry heart 
Trying to fill the empty part 
She’s starving 
From a hungry heart

I don't want to go to bed with that song on my mind, so I want to remember these lyrics instead:

My Shepherd will supply my need:
Jehovah is His Name;
In pastures fresh He makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.
He brings my wandering spirit back
When I forsake His ways,
And leads me, for His mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace. 

When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of Thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head. 

The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days;
O may Thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise!
There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;
No more a stranger, nor a guest,
But like a child at home.

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