Why is it that all the great hymns must be born out of the pain bore in one man's soul of such a exhausting pang?
of such things I take great joy in?
Why can I find no answer to why I love God other then the blessing I see around me?
of such things I take great joy in?
Why can't great love and great hymns come when things are perfectly still and good and be from a pure heart?
Why do we still struggle with these things that God has clearly redeemed?
of such things I take great joy in?
Why does it seem that a choice to be what God says we are appears to be only the beginning?
of such things I take great joy in?
If I have not love...
.... I have nothing.
Love makes the world colorful.
And all these things like raindrops
striking a piano's keys
JG
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
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