Yet man is born to trouble as surely as sparks fly upward Job 5:7.
Roasted honey red stretch
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Here is how I feel, God
I need you Jesus, I am a sinner and I am so glad that you are there for me, to wrap your arms around me every night when I sleep, when I loose myself in weariness.
I am yours Jesus, pimples and all, I am not sure why you made me, but perhaps together, You and I can sing a few songs and heal some hearts.
1 comment:
This is a good thought! A witness straight from the heart often has a real resonance about it. I'm glad I found it.
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