My soul melteth under a weight I cannot hold up. For heaviness is made heavier when weakness abounds. Strengthen thou me, not in human-strength but in trust. According unto my great need, let thy word build an high tower in my heart.
Teach me, I stand on Olivet gazing into heaven after you, O Lord, why am I so timid in Jerusalem, Judea and Samaria? The way of a witness is obscured by my cloudy fear, Thy statutes spark a flame; And I shall blaze brightly in the darkness of the uttermost. Keep it lit, O Lord,Continue reading “Statutes #33”
Let us then carry to him our crimson sins, not doubting but that they shall all be purged away.