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/RSS FeedObedience of the heart/hope But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,* his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” The Lord
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A quiet sunriseA morning awareSlowly awakening A dulling once bareNow full.Something suddenly warm,That had been frozen,Slowly drip drip dripping Penetrating deeplyNow aflame.What once stood empty,Flows in torrents flooding.Brimming surging bubbling,Over banks and out of wells,Now laughing.Silence in tranquility,Peace in stillness beckoning,Athirst is this desire,Never quenched wanting moreEver New







