hannah

A thousand times I've failed
Still Your mercy remains
And should I stumble again
I'm caught in Your grace

In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out,
Lord, let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love you from the inside out.

Your will above all else
My purpose remains
The art of losing myself
In bringing You praise

Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades

Never ending Your glory goes beyond all fame

In their heads and in their beds
In their eyes it shows
When the freedom breaks
And you ask and they don't know

would you like to go to Laneway with me?

"would i ever??!!"
that was my response. somewhat similar to 'would you marry me?
(and my 20Gs Tiffany's ring)'

"yes yes yes yes yes."

All photos courtesy of Estelle @ http://loveyouwrongtime.wordpress.com/

did i tell you that i'm in love with her camera? it's insane. small but packs a punch.

lit

days like these,
these sheets hold so much promise,
the air around is cool,
the contrasting warm spots,
your body contorts,
twist,
turn,
stretching and coiling,
every inch of the mattress to explore,
your toes find crevices to slip into,
varying textures stroke your skin,
pressing up against the soft pillows,
it sinks slowly under you,
you trace invisible lines on your torso,
your mind takes you places,
you stay this way.
forever.