So keep your thoughts continually fixed on all that is authentic and real, honorable and admirable, beautiful and respectful, pure and holy, merciful and kind. And fasten your thoughts on every glorious work of God, praising him always.
Asi como la ola da contra las rocas, así quiero darte duro contra el suelo. Tomarte por detrás y que resuenen nuestros cuerpos. Al compás de las olas, y duro contra las rocas. Tengamos intimidad salvaje y natural entre tu y yo. Búscame cómo la ola busca la orilla, y me derramaré en ti cómo el agua recorre la superficie de la roca.
Who are you? A spark in the endless dark? A whisper in my ears? suddenly you appeared in my life, breathing a flame into a lost illusion — that had long since fallen asleep inside me. Who are you? A secret through the midst, asking to be named? And what secret do you have? So hidden… From some miracle you must have come, or some blessing that God gave me. Yes, I know who you are. You’re God’s grace, bestowed upon my life.