End of an era

So I finally did it tonight. I transfered the rest of my old blog posts from MySpace to Blogger. Then... I deleted my MySpace account (do you know how hard that is to do??). It's been a very long time since I have been on there. Facebook is the new thing you know....lol.

I also realize that I don't blog as often as I use to. I guess I should start throwing more of my thoughts out into text instead of having them get lost in my distant memory. It was kind of fun reading through my posts. And more importantly I have noticed certain areas and thoughts where I have matured in my thinking. So that was encouraging!!!

I'm going to end with the lyrics that I had posted on my MySpace page....

From Todd Agnew

Which Jesus do you follow?
Which Jesus do you serve?
If Ephesians says to imitate Christ
Then why do you look so much like the world?


Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the arrogant
So which one do you want to be?


Blessed are the poor in spirit
Or do we pray to be blessed with the wealth of this land
Blessed are they that hunger and thirst for righteousness
Or do we ache for another taste of this world of shifting
sand

Cause my Jesus bled and died for my sins
He spent His time with thieves and sluts and liars
He loved the poor and accosted the rich
So which one do you want to be?


Who is this that you follow
This picture of the American dream
If Jesus was here would you walk right by on the other
side or fall down and worship at His holy feet


Pretty blue eyes and curly brown hair and a clear complexion
Is how you see Him as He dies for Your sins
But the Word says He was battered and scarred
Or did you miss that part
Sometimes I doubt we'd recognize Him


Cause my Jesus bled and died
He spent His time with thieves and the least of these
He loved the poor and accosted the comfortable
So which one do you want to be?


Cause my Jesus would never be accepted in my church
The blood and dirt on His feet would stain the carpet
But He reaches for the hurting and despised the proud
I think He'd prefer Beale St. to the stained glass crowd
And I know that He can hear me if I cry out loud


I want to be like my Jesus!
I want to be like my Jesus!


Not a posterchild for American prosperity,
but like my Jesus
You see I'm tired of living for success and popularity
I want to be like my Jesus but I'm not sure what that
means to be like You Jesus
Cause You said to live like You, love like You but then
You died for me
Can I be like You Jesus?
I want to be like my Jesus