The garments of sickness I leave behind And I let go of years of my quiet agony I hear the sound of His steps walking through the ages No longer pressed by people and the throng No longer carrying the dust of our humanity But crucified, He carried the wounds for me! And He’s alive…
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Journals of abiding (7)
Abiding in hope The way is dark before me, Lord, and every trial has its own degree of darkness. I’m not walking this tunnel alone, even if it seems at times that my body cannot go any step further. I find hope when I trust that You will see me through once again. Your will…
The Eyes of My Heart 