Me: No, I don’t need more pie.
Prodigal: It was good, but I am full.
Me: We can focus on this song instead.
If this is not a place where tears are understood
Then where shall I go to cry?
And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings
Then where shall I go to fly?
I don’t need another place
for tryin’ to impress you
With just how good and virtuous I am,
no,no,no.
I don’t need another place
for always bein’ on top of things
Everybody knows that it’s a sham,
it’s a sham.
I don’t need another place
for always wearin’ smiles
Even when it’s not the way I feel.
I don’t need another place
to mouth the same old platitudes
Everybody knows that it’s not real.
So if this is not a place where my questions
can be asked
Then were shall I go to seek?
And if this is not a place where my heart cry
can be hear
Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak?
by Ken Medema
Philippians 2:3-4
Do nothing from selfishness or empty conceit, but with humility of mind let each of you regard one another as more important than himself; do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others.
Jennifer Van Allen
www.theprodigalpig.com
www.faithincounseling.org
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