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I noticed 
Please don't shoot the messenger
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And way are my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
Please don't shoot the messenger A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And way are my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
In my experiences in dealings with peoples, some of whom I know and love very much, when people tend to talk a little too much, it's because they don't want to be asked questions. Most the people I've seen posting in bdf, usually, start with the posting of their argument, or their testimony, or their witness. In that way, kinda "showing their colors", so to speak, so as to not give an impression of "leading" people with a trail of breadcrumbs. There have been threads wherein pretty much this same question was posed, BUT, was started with the poster's testimony. So, come out from that rock you've been hiding under )), and answer that which ye are so want others to do. In other words? Tell me yers, and I'll tells ya mine. Thaz fair, right?
)), and answer that which ye are so want others to do. In other words? Tell me yers, and I'll tells ya mine. Thaz fair, right?
T
I noticed Please don't shoot the messenger
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And way are my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
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Please don't shoot the messenger A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And way are my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
View attachment 144106
T
In my experiences in dealings with peoples, some of whom I know and love very much, when people tend to talk a little too much, it's because they don't want to be asked questions. Most the people I've seen posting in bdf, usually, start with the posting of their argument, or their testimony, or their witness. In that way, kinda "showing their colors", so to speak, so as to not give an impression of "leading" people with a trail of breadcrumbs. There have been threads wherein pretty much this same question was posed, BUT, was started with the poster's testimony. So, come out from that rock you've been hiding under )), and answer that which ye are so want others to do. In other words? Tell me yers, and I'll tells ya mine. Thaz fair, right?
)), and answer that which ye are so want others to do. In other words? Tell me yers, and I'll tells ya mine. Thaz fair, right?
My testimony?....... Empty is empty... Everyone runs out on you or you try filling empty and hurt with everything everyone else fills it with and you get to a point wonderin why ain't it worked for me.... Dang I'm broken.... And broken it was and still is until finally "something or someone" inside you says "ok... I can't take this no more.. Looky here!.. This way knuckle head. >>>....."....(he actually did talk that way)....and now... Everyday.... You find just how much and how strong and how intimate that direction is..... For you.... And for others you put your hand out for....... (big sigh)...there
Ya, He's speaks to me in "my own tongue", as well. Using the same cliches, that I use, leaving little doubt as to that which He is trying to impart, or pass on to me. He actually likes that/my form of expressing myself in such a simple, uneducated manner. And, if thaz good enough for Gee-Oh-Dee, thaz good enough for em-ee me!
I can only answer for myself, but, what God and Jesus mean to me these days?
I be sure you've heard that old song that was sung way back during WWII, er mebbe WWI, "Praise the Lord and Pass the ammunition?" THIS is what they mean for me! AMMUNITION!
Ammunition for not only the Gospel Armour for the defense of the faith, (which can, if used correctly,be used offensively as well) but, more for the SWORD OF THE SPIRIT, which, (with a lot of practice and, tutorials for me, anyways) is QUITE the effective OFFENSIVE weapon!
T
Ya, He's speaks to me in "my own tongue", as well. Using the same cliches, that I use, leaving little doubt as to that which He is trying to impart, or pass on to me. He actually likes that/my form of expressing myself in such a simple, uneducated manner. And, if thaz good enough for Gee-Oh-Dee, thaz good enough for em-ee me!
I can only answer for myself, but, what God and Jesus mean to me these days?
I be sure you've heard that old song that was sung way back during WWII, er mebbe WWI, "Praise the Lord and Pass the ammunition?" THIS is what they mean for me! AMMUNITION!
Ammunition for not only the Gospel Armour for the defense of the faith, (which can, if used correctly,be used offensively as well) but, more for the SWORD OF THE SPIRIT, which, (with a lot of practice and, tutorials for me, anyways) is QUITE the effective OFFENSIVE weapon!
"THAT ROCKS PAPABEAR!".....hehe