Oh Lord, the little blessings fall
Like raindrops from the sky
And scatter on the barren ground,
Refreshing what was dry.
My weary spirit springs anew
And blossoms with delight
Thanks to the blessings of Your grace.
I grow, Lord, in Your Light.
What kind of love, Lord, offers me
Such grace and such blessing
That, from a withered, broken soul,
New life and hope can spring!
2 Corinthians 4:16
So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.
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