Me & Dad

Monday, December 3, 2007

Morning Meditations

Like rain He will be. Falling gently on thirsting hearts; On pruned; on furrowed; on mowed soil - He will nourish. He is our God; our Rock. Who brings springs of water from granite; life from death; joy from sorrow; peace from despair. He hears our prayers. Upon chariots He rides the clouds, searching to strengthen His children. Upon His breast He carries us; sheltered from the storm. H.R.

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