Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thank you, God for weary days, when desert streams were dry. That's when we learned the depths of need your love could satisfy. Thanks for the rest in You, the weary only know--the perfect, wondrous sympathy, that we must learn below. The touch that heals the broken heart is never felt above. The angels know His blessedness; his way-worn saints, His love (Streams in the Desert).
Posted by Sondra at 5:59 PM