If I thought you all were quitting… My heart would just fall out of my head.

Shelley, your heart is not in your head. Your heart has its own cavity. Right under your fake boobs. Do you understand how moronic you sound when you say your heart is gonna fall out of your head?

Well, Mona, I totally understand why that saying sounds mixed-up, but I don’t mean it for real. I don’t think that my heart is in my skull. What I mean is that sometimes logic tells you to do something, but you have to have part of your heart in it as well.

This tree bears strange fruit
There’s blood on the leaves, it’s dead at the roots
The cracked grey branches are decaying within
Just like the black poison that hangs from it’s limbs

I tried to tie good fruit
To a tree that had poison all the way through
It rotted and fell off, it was dead to the core
It even killed the ground, I was worse than before
You can’t tie fresh fruit
To a tree that has poison all the way through
It will rot and will fall off and soon it will die
It will even kill the ground, It’s a matter of time

Come and dig me up, reach down to the roots
Rip the deadness out, and plant something completely new
I am alive, I will abide!
In the life giving blood of Christ
I’m grafted in, You’ve killed my sin
Now I can live, I’ll live in Him