We are all the same people.
With sinning hearts that make us equal.
Here is my hand, not words said desperately.
It is not our job to MAKE anyone believe.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Looking for Rest
. Not the kind you find when your head hits the pillow, but the kind only the Lord can give. The peace only He provides. I want to run to my Father's arms and find sweet rest in Him.
Such rest He brings. Oh, how I long for that rest.
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