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Wednesday, August 09, 2006
A farmer too lazy to plant in the spring has nothing to harvest in the fall.
The nights of crying your eyes out
give way to days of laughter.
You did it: You changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about You.
God, my God,
I can't thank You enough.
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Eveline pops at |9:27 PM|
Captivate my heart, dear Jesus
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------A farmer too lazy to plant in the spring has nothing to harvest in the fall.
Proverbs 20:4
Show me how you work, God; school me in your ways.Psalms 25:4
The nights of crying your eyes out
give way to days of laughter.
You did it: You changed wild lament
into whirling dance;
You ripped off my black mourning band
and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about You.
God, my God,
I can't thank You enough.
Psalms 30:5; 11-12
Eveline pops at |9:27 PM|