Eyes on Christ
Though many beasts may surround us
In a desert
Parched
Death roaming, devouring
Our souls are untouched
Grace like armor
Protecting our desire
Love is our strength
For He is love
And they are hate.
Virtue:
Choose love.
Is your desert 15 minutes in a silent Church encountering anew a God you do not truly know? It’s a beginning.
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