Sunday, a distress call came. I knew something was brewing, but I was deep in my own quagmire. It was literally a matter of life and death. Revealed again was why I had undergone the same suffering in the past.
Rev. 7:17 ...and God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.
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Bound, yet Free.
No time to tarry here
No time to wait for you
No time to tarry here
For I'm on my journey home
(From an old American folk tune "No Time")
Be near when I am dying
O show thy cross to me!
And, for my succor flying,
Come, Lord, to set me free.
These eyes, new faith recieving
From thee shall never move;
For He who dies believing
Dies safely in Thy love.
Amen
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