Gentle Reader,
First FMF in a month. First of the Autumn season. (Autumn beings September first. Don’t @ me).
Kate says: rain.
Go.
Lord God, You see my heart
And every other hidden part
All the things I want to keep
From unkind prying eye’s sweep
You count the tears upon the sham
See the way my mind does scan
For safety, danger, or middle world
While my hands in fists are curled
Jesus, rain upon Your weary sheep
Torrents of grace, so streams grow deep
That I may walk with head held high
Even if I don’t know the why
Stop.
Beautiful! We were thinking along similar lines.
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Thank you. ❤
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‘Even if I don’t know the why.”
Brilliant.
Don’t know why I am dying now, so slowly and painfully, but I will do it to the best of my ability.
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You’re a brave man, Andrew. A truly brave man. Thank you for showing us – for showing me – how to suffer well. May God bless you deeply today.
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“Torrents of grace, so streams grow deep” Beautiful, just beautiful!
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Thanks, Cindy!
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I add my voice to Marie’s, ABBA. Amen. I am delighted to see you in the FMF line up, Marie.
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It’s good to be back, and good to see you, as well. 🙂
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This is beautiful. So glad I stopped by. I’m in the #71 spot this week.
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Thank you, Barbie!
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