Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I want to write the words, but they bottleneck in my throat and I can barely muster a keystroke.

To speak aloud of my God and his ways, his provision and all that he has and is and is doing and has done....

It flows like buckshot from the tongue firing each syllable  with passion as I tell each testimony of His mercy,

The world washing over my feet, because it's worry has so far to reach my heart.


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