The journey has been long, my Lord,
The way not always smooth,And there have been feathers ruffled
That I can never soothe,
But with your hand beneath my wings,
Your light upon my face,
I know that I will find a way
To reach your resting place!
Acts 7:49
“‘Heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool. What kind of house will you build for me? says the Lord. Or where will my resting place be?
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