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Name: Meredith Gender: Female
Interests: I love God,
slurpees,
playing the guitar,
switchfoot,
sports,
rollerblading,
card games,
board games,
playing out in the rain Expertise: babysitting fish Occupation: Student Industry: Medical
Message: message me AIM: megatheduck
Member Since:
6/30/2004
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| wow...it's been awhile since i've updated...it was a good summer, i learned how to wakeboard...yay...2 of my sisters got married...mission trip and other fun events with the junior highers...i started school at gvsu, i now live downtown on the gvsu campus...i like it...i'm excited for oasis to start up again right quick...not too much else goin on............... shalom | | |
| i'm in chicago right now, whoop!! enjoying the weather!! hanging out with the fam. shalom | | |
| i'm really slacking at updating this, sorry everybody. not much new going on here, just enjoying the wonderful spring weather!!!!!!!! shalom | | |
| i heard this song on the radio and it really hit me....todd agnew.."My Jesus"...
Which Jesus do you follow? Which Jesus do you serve? If Ephesians says to imitate Christ Then why do you look so much like the world?
Cause my Jesus bled and died He spent His time with thieves and liars He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant So which one do you want to be?
Blessed are the poor in spirit Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting sand
Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars He loved the poor and accosted the rich So which one do you want to be?
Who is this that you follow This picture of the American dream If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other side or fall down and worship at His holy feet
Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins But the Word says He was battered and scarred Or did you miss that part Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him
Cause my Jesus bled and died He spent His time with thieves and the least of these He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable So which one do you want to be?
Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud
I want to be like my Jesus! I want to be like my Jesus!
Not a posterchild for American prosperity, but like my Jesus You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity I want to be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what that means to be like You Jesus Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then You died for me Can I be like You Jesus? I want to be like my Jesus
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