It’s often just a little thing
That touches heart and soul,To fill an empty place in me
And make the broken whole.
The simple blossom, bright and sweet,
Among her faded kin,
Still blooming, purple in the dusk,
The daylight growing thin.
She could have given up, herself,
But she bloomed cheerily.
Making the best of her last days,
By living faithfully.
Romans 1:17
For in the gospel the righteousness of God is revealed—a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: “The righteous will live by faith.”
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