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<title><![CDATA[Happy Valentine's Day]]></title>
<link>http://anso.wordpress.com/2007/02/14/happy-valentines-day/</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 14 Feb 2007 14:07:15 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Make somebody happy today, but not just because it&#8217;s valentine&#8217;s day but because Jesus t]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="margin-bottom:0;">Make somebody happy today, but not just because it's valentine's day but because Jesus told us to take care of each other. Every day. <strong>Every day should be a 'valentine's day'!</strong><br />
<strong><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=53&#38;chapter=13&#38;verse=1&#38;version=31&#38;context=verse"></a></strong></p>
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"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not 	<strong>love</strong>, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal."</font><title></title>   	 	 	 	 	 	 	<!-- 		@page { size: 8.27in 11.69in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--><strong><font color="#ff0000">1 	Corinthians 13:1</font></strong>
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<p><em>Make our hearts soft</em></p>
<p>open our eyes</p>
<p><em>so that we can see</em></p>
<p><em>those around us</em></p>
<p><em>let us hear </em></p>
<p><em>so that we can hear<br />
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<p><em>the cry of people's hearts</em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Hallelujah]]></title>
<link>http://anso.wordpress.com/2007/02/03/hallelujah/</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 12:28:46 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ansoo</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Be my everything, I pray
Take all of me,and change me
I can&#8217;t live without you
You are wonderf]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Be my everything, I pray</p>
<p>Take all of me,and change me</p>
<p>I can't live without you</p>
<p>You are wonderful</p>
<p>My God</p>
<p>------</p>
<p>Sometimes I feel so shy when I meet people. I don't know why. Unsecurity? Maybe. Help me oh God.</p>
<p>Once upon a time, when I had enough courage to appear on stage, I sang on every event in my school. But no more. Why?</p>
<p>I feel sad when I think about that.</p>
<p>But as I grow older and get more "mature", things will change.</p>
<p>God will help!</p>
<p>To hold a speech in front of my class  is "easy", but to sing - that's a lot more difficult to me. *sigh*</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Let me take you by the hand]]></title>
<link>http://anso.wordpress.com/2007/01/25/let-me-take-you-by-the-hand/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2007 20:04:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ansoo</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[

 
Let me take you by the hand
and lead you through the streets of London
I will show you something]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://anso.wordpress.com/files/2007/01/tulippes.jpg" title="tulippes.jpg"><img src="http://anso.wordpress.com/files/2007/01/tulippes.jpg" alt="tulippes.jpg" height="315" width="377" /></a></p>
<p align="center"><em> </em></p>
<p align="center"><em>Let me take you by the hand</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>and lead you through the streets of London</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>I will show you something that</em></p>
<p align="center"><em>will make you change your mind</em></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Dikt av Karin Boye]]></title>
<link>http://anso.wordpress.com/2006/12/15/dikt-av-karin-boye/</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 10:54:59 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ansoo</dc:creator>
<guid>http://anso.sv.wordpress.com/2006/12/15/dikt-av-karin-boye/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Vilken fin dikt jag hittade just&#8230; Underbar. In English  
Evening Prayer 
No time is like this]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Vilken fin dikt jag hittade just... Underbar. In English :)</p>
<p><strong>Evening Prayer</strong> <br />
<em>No time is like this one,</p>
<p>the evening's final, silent hour.</p>
<p>No sorrows burn any longer,</p>
<p>no voices crowd any more.</em></p>
<p><em>Then take now into your hands</p>
<p>this day that is past, like a token.</p>
<p>For I know: into good you will turn</p>
<p>what I have held or broken.</em></p>
<p><em>Evilly I think, evilly I act,</p>
<p>but all things you heal and cleanse.</p>
<p>My days then you transform</p>
<p>From gravel to precious stones.</em></p>
<p><em>You must lift, you must carry,</p>
<p>I can only leave all things behind.</p>
<p>Take me, lead me, be close to me!</p>
<p>Show me what you next may intend!</em></p>
<p>- Karin Boye</p>
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<link>http://anso.wordpress.com/2006/11/13/186/</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 13 Nov 2006 12:17:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ansoo</dc:creator>
<guid>http://anso.sv.wordpress.com/2006/11/13/186/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Den som bär glasögon ser allting i blått.&#8221; - Okänd 
Haha, ja du. Kanske det. Men ja]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><font size="4" color="#0000ff"></font><font color="#000000"></font><font size="5">"D</font><font size="4" face="Baskerville Old Face">en som bär glasögon ser allting i blått." - </font><font size="4" color="#0000ff" face="Baskerville Old Face">Okänd </font></p>
<p><font size="4" color="#0000ff">Haha, ja du. Kanske det. Men jag gillar ju inte ens blått, med undantag havet, blå himmel och målarfärg. :)</font></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Tunneln]]></title>
<link>http://anso.wordpress.com/2006/07/13/tunneln/</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 08:18:32 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>ansoo</dc:creator>
<guid>http://anso.sv.wordpress.com/2006/07/13/tunneln/</guid>
<description><![CDATA[En dikt som jag först publicerade på min förra blogg och som säkert många läst redan, men jag ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p align="left">En dikt som jag först publicerade på min förra blogg och som säkert många läst redan, men jag tänkte lägga in den här också.</p>
<p><i>Ibland känns det som om man skulle gå i en mörk tunnel</i><br />
utan slut.<br />
Ibland tror man att man hittat slutet<br />
men sen villar man bara bort sig<br />
igen.<br />
Man känner mig fylld<br />
av ensamhet<br />
av svaghet<br />
av mörker</p>
<p>Man längar<br />
efter något,<br />
efter någon.</p>
<p>En strimma av ljus når en.<br />
Kanske allt inte är slut?<br />
Men man har ingen aning<br />
hur man ska ta sig fram till ljuset<br />
och ta sig ut<br />
Man har ingen aning<br />
Man kan inget göra</p>
<p>Ty man är bara en vanlig människa av kött och blod<br />
Man förmår inte göra något själv</p>
<p>Man vill sätta mig ner<br />
vila<br />
somna<br />
Men man måste ut!<br />
Man kan inte vänta<br />
Om man lägger sig ner för att sova kanske man dör<br />
djupt inombords</p>
<p>Man tar ett språng<br />
och känner hur man faller neråt<br />
snabbt<br />
Ens skrik ekar mellan väggarna</p>
<p>Plötsligt griper en hand tag i en<br />
Den lyfter en upp på fast mark<br />
Man vänder sig om<br />
och ser rakt in i ljuset själv<br />
och man vet, nu har man hittat ut ur tunneln<br />
Man har funnit Gud<br />
<i>som är början och slutet,</i><br />
<i> ljuset och livet</i><br />
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