My eyes are dry

My eyes are dry
My faith is old
My heart is hard
My prayers are cold
And I know how I ought to be
Alive to You and dead to me

But what can be done
For an old heart like mine
Soften it up
With oil and wine
The oil is You, Your Spirit of love
Please wash me anew
With the wine of Your Blood

This is how I feel sometimes; I really like this song.

I am getting new shoes today I think, when we were camping I put my shoes too close to the fire to dry them out and the heat kinda ruined them. Besides, the plastic in the heel bugs me.

My wrist hurts when I type so I'm stopping, its almost time for lunch anyways. Maybe later I will write more, right now I am starving:)


I raked a bunch of leaves today and this is what I think of them. I played in the leaves with Puppy and rubbed her with corn cobs and buried an apple in the leaves for her to find. I lost two clips for my wrist bandage while I was doing that. Then she and Snickers played together, taking turns being on the bottom and getting beat up. I came inside to get a drink and Gwandle kept meowing at me to open the bedroom door. SO I opened the door and there was Timmy who had cried so much he was horse. He really needs to learn how to open my bedroom door. Its pretty much time for supper and I'm supposed to be looking for wire (for Puppy's fence) on eBay.