Because in each day, no matter how dark or how long, there is a praise to be found. Sometimes our hearts are too weary or too frightened to voice them, but our souls cry out to God... and He is there.
Sunday, September 25, 2016
Into Your Light - Republished
Glory shone upon the mountain,
Rising at your command. Robed in light, the morning trembles, Gilding the sleeping land. My heart is swift to rise to you, A hawk above the strand, Winging cross the brightening sky To rest upon your hand.
Psalm 104:2-3
The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment; he
stretches out the heavens like a tent and lays the beams of his upper chambers
on their waters.
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