It's Monday just in case you are having trouble remembering! ugh!!
Night shattered in a myriad of masterpieces...
To stand tall we must bow
To run well we must kneel
What is past happens now
Interlaced silk and steel
Forge a momentous wheel
To live well we must die
To be strong we must break
To be rich we must try
To give more than we take
So much future at stake
To succeed is to fall
But to get right back up
Life’s bucking bronc is small
Compared to mercy’s cup
So heave-ho and hup-hup
To hold on we must reach
To let go we must trust
To learn, Someone must teach
(We never outgrow Must)
Till
Soul to God, dust to dust
© Janet Martin
Praying for true strength today...
That is why,
for Christ's sake,
I delight
in weaknesses,
in insults,
in
hardships,
in persecutions,
in difficulties.
For when I am weak,
then I
am strong.
2 Cor. 12:10
This song was my leaning post exactly half a year ago
when we suddenly bid farewell to one of our beloved pastors
Ron Seabrooke
Author Annie Johnson Flint's Story here
who knew many 'greater burdens and added affliction'
Another hymn of hope for these dark days...
Another hymn of hope for these dark days...