Thanksgiving: Prayer

How easily my spirit faints— my words too weak to hold the weight of what I ought to say. And yet before God’s throne, where angels make His glories known and His glory lights the way, the incense wafts from bowls of gold— the prayers of the saints.    Father, thank You for prayer. –

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Seeking the Changeless

–Bend your will to where His word is bent. Search the sights He’s set for you to see. Bring in, captive, every thought you’ve sent from heart to mind where all your wants will be. – –Plain as plain it lies out on the page. No wasted words, the written will we read. Notes of […]

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