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| It has crept up my window. Thank you for this grace . |
These are for the times when the wound is so fresh
And you blame no one but yourself.
I know there are hard times.
Times when you feel like giving up on
yourself,
When the last glimmer of hope, has faded
out of you,
and words they hurt so bad.
I want you to know,
That these are times when God is near,
That grace overflows the more.
Come to the spring
To refresh you
Do not let anyone take your joy away from
you
Not even yourself.
sunlight
shivers
cobwebs
birds
wind
grace
beauty
New day
here
now
