Blogging from the Bolt Bus

I’m on the Bolt Bus now, on my way home. There’s free wi-fi so I’m taking advantage of it. I feel a little sick right now because I haven’t eaten anything since last night. I was running a little late for the bus and I didn’t have time to pick something up. I’ve been on since 7:30 this morning.

Anyway, right now I’m listening to Bethany Dillon’s My Love Hasn’t Grown Cold. It’s one of my favorite songs. Not only is it beautifully sung, but the lyrics are wonderful. It’s like a love letter from God. Give it a listen if you can find a full recording (It’s a six and a half minute song). Lyrics below.

You, you shake your head
What is so hard to believe?
When you are in your bed
I sing over you the sweetest things

‘Cause oh, my love it does not tire
I’m awake when the moon is full
And I know the times when you feel lost
And you just aren’t sure

Lo and behold
My love hasn’t grown cold
For you

You could steal away
In the middle of the night
And hide in the light of day
While you cloak yourself in the darkest lies

But oh my love, it swims in the deepest oceans of fear
And as soon as you lower your head
I, I am, I am here

Lo and behold
My love hasn’t grown cold
Lo and behold
My love hasn’t grown cold

If only you could see
How heaven stills when you speak
I know all your days
And I have wrapped you in mystery

And oh, my love for you
Is as wide as the galaxies
Just hold out your hand and close your eyes
And come, come be with me

Lo and behold
My love
Lo, lo, lo and behold
My love hasn’t grown cold
For you

Hasn’t grown cold…

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