<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767791289869751099</id><updated>2012-01-19T09:43:48.961-05:00</updated><category term='Heart'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Repentance'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Sin'/><title type='text'>How To...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lose This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339387139925681269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cn1YYz8TG2w/TNeV3J86oxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ph_aU1Oxd6E/S220/MY+LIFE+3.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767791289869751099.post-2622537777710726453</id><published>2011-02-28T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T09:41:11.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchfoot - Dare You To Move</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jE-Krlqi4fk?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I've ever really listened to these words before today. I've heard this song over and over for the past few years and at best I thought it was a great bad with a good message. Get up and move. Don't just stay there. Get up and move; do something. This could be, as I'm sure it has been, interpreted as a mere song of inspiration. "Take charge of your life!" "Now is the day!" But I heard something more. Something real. Something attainable. Something Christ-like. I don't hear just a song of inspiration. I hear a redemption song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the cry in the chorus of the song is begging us to move. Crying for us to get up and make changes. The changes however have already been made. What this bunch of melody makers is trying to get us to see is that we have to accept what has already been done. Christ our redeemer has come. Salvation is here! He has taken care of our biggest problem. He has made us free. It's already done. We are free. Free indeed. The cage door to the sin we were held in has been unlocked and removed from its hinges. Walk through the door. Christ is the door. He has made a way out for you and me. I dare you to move! I dare you to recall to your mind the good news and believe it. I dare you to move. "Where can you run to escape from yourself?"   I dare you to believe all that God says of you. I dare you to let go of what the past has said of you. I dare you to move!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;John 8:36 &lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767791289869751099-2622537777710726453?l=howtolosealife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/feeds/2622537777710726453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2011/02/switchfoot-dare-you-to-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default/2622537777710726453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default/2622537777710726453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2011/02/switchfoot-dare-you-to-move.html' title='Switchfoot - Dare You To Move'/><author><name>Lose This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339387139925681269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cn1YYz8TG2w/TNeV3J86oxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ph_aU1Oxd6E/S220/MY+LIFE+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jE-Krlqi4fk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767791289869751099.post-230128813247261359</id><published>2010-12-04T08:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T08:53:21.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Poem</title><content type='html'>Who is like our God&lt;br /&gt;None can compare&lt;br /&gt;Who would ever dare&lt;br /&gt;Stand in the presence of His glorious majesty bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds the Sheppard stick&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of mess quick&lt;br /&gt;Making sure that those that are His will be fit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stand in that day&lt;br /&gt;Presented faultless in our ways&lt;br /&gt;Who is like our God, I am simply amazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else could see&lt;br /&gt;Through all my vanity&lt;br /&gt;Into my deepest parts and most secret need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In darkness did I hide&lt;br /&gt;My iniquity and my pride&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from His arms that were opened wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day He called&lt;br /&gt;I ran and gave my all&lt;br /&gt;He promised me He would catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in Him do I trust&lt;br /&gt;And when the pain is too much&lt;br /&gt;He heals and restores me with His gentle loving touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I try to stray&lt;br /&gt;That love won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;He uses His Sheppard stick to lead in His way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this I know I'm His&lt;br /&gt;As crazy as this is&lt;br /&gt;The Most Heavenly Father has made me one of His kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767791289869751099-230128813247261359?l=howtolosealife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/feeds/230128813247261359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2010/12/untitled-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default/230128813247261359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Satified</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One look and I'm yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No locks on these doors&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crave for your touch&lt;br /&gt;Forget the price of lust&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An available plaything&lt;br /&gt;I kiss with no ring&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be held for one night&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up the fight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blaspheme His name&lt;br /&gt;To take your last name&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll trade in Christ's joy&lt;br /&gt;To be your toy&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer free&lt;br /&gt;But I got love all over me&lt;br /&gt;I'm easily satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767791289869751099-2173901415726452853?l=howtolosealife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/feeds/2173901415726452853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2010/11/easily-satified.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default/2173901415726452853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default/2173901415726452853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2010/11/easily-satified.html' title='Easily Satified'/><author><name>Lose This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339387139925681269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cn1YYz8TG2w/TNeV3J86oxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ph_aU1Oxd6E/S220/MY+LIFE+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767791289869751099.post-6636187145426504250</id><published>2010-11-21T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:53:46.982-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Something Beautiful</title><content type='html'>How would life be&lt;br /&gt;If I were free&lt;br /&gt;From this captivity holding me&lt;br /&gt;To the me&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Or could it be&lt;br /&gt;That in fact I'm free&lt;br /&gt;But afraid to see&lt;br /&gt;That Christ made in me&lt;br /&gt;Something beautiful&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767791289869751099-6636187145426504250?l=howtolosealife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/feeds/6636187145426504250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default/6636187145426504250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6767791289869751099/posts/default/6636187145426504250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-beautiful.html' title='Something Beautiful'/><author><name>Lose This Life</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339387139925681269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cn1YYz8TG2w/TNeV3J86oxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ph_aU1Oxd6E/S220/MY+LIFE+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6767791289869751099.post-1782940390027543856</id><published>2010-09-24T12:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T13:55:29.335-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Repentance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I heard a songstress croon it sweetly&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was ready too&lt;br /&gt;Thought by my fasting and praying&lt;br /&gt;God had led me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was not ready to be loved&lt;br /&gt;That idea not easy to see&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the lustful desires burning inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was not ready for love&lt;br /&gt;Although I felt I might be&lt;br /&gt;So many tell-tale signs and deceitful lies&lt;br /&gt;My blindness hid from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I said I was ready&lt;br /&gt;The songstress said it too&lt;br /&gt;What in the world had possessed me&lt;br /&gt;To take that love from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I made my own decision&lt;br /&gt;Right at that point I know I lost&lt;br /&gt;Penalty for sin, the price of sin no way I can pay the cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was not ready for love&lt;br /&gt;Better still love was not ready for me&lt;br /&gt;I said it before I'll say it again&lt;br /&gt;That idea was not easy to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I opened the door&lt;br /&gt;And let you come in&lt;br /&gt;My heart, mind and soul was flooded by sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I gave you everything I had to give&lt;br /&gt;You became all that I knew&lt;br /&gt;There's no diction to explain&lt;br /&gt;The pain my spirit man went through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The penalty, the price for sin&lt;br /&gt;In no way could my soul pay&lt;br /&gt;Remembering this brought true repentance&lt;br /&gt;That oh so blessed day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I cried convictions tears&lt;br /&gt;I knew He'd heal my wounds&lt;br /&gt;My Jesus extended His hand of grace&lt;br /&gt;And faithfully pulled me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0.19in; margin-bottom: 0.19in;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I let that singer get me tangled&lt;br /&gt;In her sensual love song blues&lt;br /&gt;It took the love of my Saviour&lt;br /&gt;To finally break from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6767791289869751099-1782940390027543856?l=howtolosealife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/feeds/1782940390027543856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://howtolosealife.blogspot.com/2010/09/poem-i-wrote-in-2006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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