He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3, NKJV In the predawn hours when only the first birds have begun to test their voices before the arrival of a full choir, I sit and ruminate life. In this dark hour You meet me with comfort only love can give, and IContinue reading “Grappling Hours”
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