Awake My Soul

So I've had a rough week. The thing is, though, it never had to be this bad. All the things that have weighed my heart down this week have been unnecessary hurt feelings and hurtful comments. Let's face it: most of the things that we let stop us from the fellowship with one another and with our Maker are small in the course of a life, tiny in the course of history and absolutely minuscule in the course of the life of the universe. Or most of the things that bring me down are. We need to step out of this and sing the song of sincerity and universal peace. Oh, dear people, we need to be better.

And that has to start with my soul. There's a beautiful peace that comes with fall leaves and their bright colors in death. Chapel Hill is vibrant with fall and I need my heart, my soul, to wake up to that reality.

Mumford and Sons. Their whole album is great and I love listening to it. I'll leave you with their lyrics.

How fickle my heart
and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find
any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles
on things I don't know
This weakness I feel
I must finally show

Lend me your hand
and we'll conquer them all
But lend me your heart
and I'll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes
I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep,
totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har

In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life
In these bodies we will live,
in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love,
you invest your life

Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker