Sometimes, there is a yearning. Deep, consuming, distracting. All attempts at fulfilling it lead to frustration.
Restless. Discontent. Hungry.

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Sometimes, there is a yearning. Deep, consuming, distracting. All attempts at fulfilling it lead to frustration.
Restless. Discontent. Hungry.
We both know what it is like to want more than what is offered to us, to see an iron bell and feel the urge to ring it, to seek out the simmering underneath, to understand that none of us, for better or worse, are chained to our history.
David Arnold, Kids of Appetite
Seeking the More
Before I go any further, I would like for you to intertain the thought that there may be a chance, that there just possibly may be, an alternative, and everyone knows there is, to the theory that humanity developed on its own, and that out of nothing, all the intricacies you see around you, all the complexities of life, developed from non-life. Ponder if there is such a thing as truth and if…
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Thirtylicious Playlist-Day 12
Song: Sad Clown
Artiste: Jars of Clay
Why I Like It: I have always loved Jars of Clay and on this fine Sunday why not enjoy some Jesus vibes. I love how it speaks to needing more than the surface, and how God is not afraid to wade into the quagmires we all walk around with inside. I love the spooky, haunting quality and just the Jars sound that's here.
Dedicated to all us sad clowns and the only One who's always willing to dive into the madness with us.
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LYRICS
Say how's the weather, so I look out the window To brighten my soul, but I can't control the rain That keeps falling Smile on the outside that never comes in A comedy, mystery, irony, tragedy So I scream "let the show begin" You break me open, turn on the light Stumble inside with me, with me Do I entertain you? Do I preoccupy you with my wit to cover this lie? Are you mesmerized? Do you think me faithful, do you think me a clown? I picked out this shirt, I put on this hat I wore all this paint just for you