A Sorta Writer

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

There is are a few anonymous people that I need replacement names to write about, because there is a lot I want to tell you that I can't really tell you. Please comment with replacement names for:
An annoying prep;
A cute dude;
Five short people;
A whiny girl who acts younger than she is;
And a bratty teenager.
Thank you sooooo much.

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Psalm 139 A David Psalm 1-6 God, investigate my life; get all the facts firsthand. I'm an open book to you; even from a distance, you know what I'm thinking. You know when I leave and when I get back; I'm never out of your sight. You know everything I'm going to say before I start the first sentence. I look behind me and you're there, then up ahead and you're there, too— your reassuring presence, coming and going. This is too much, too wonderful— I can't take it all in! 7-12 Is there anyplace I can go to avoid your Spirit? to be out of your sight? If I climb to the sky, you're there! If I go underground, you're there! If I flew on morning's wings to the far western horizon, You'd find me in a minute— you're already there waiting! Then I said to myself, "Oh, he even sees me in the dark! At night I'm immersed in the light!" It's a fact: darkness isn't dark to you; night and day, darkness and light, they're all the same to you.