Oh-ho, this life, so full of care
Is like a training ground where we
Learn to shape heartache into prayer
We cannot see and yet we know
These words that stutter from our thought
Are not some hapless to and fro
From little man to Holy God
…then, though we cannot see, praise be
That He who knows all things prevails
And turns Unknowns we cannot see
Into His love that never fails
© Janet Martin
The LORD is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth.
Ps. 145:18
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