Saturday, October 21, 2017

Sometimes a Space of Blue



Sometimes a space of blue
Breaks through a troubled sky,
Speaking of hope and heaven.

Sometimes a lark or wren
Sings in a dirty slum,
Proving that all's not lost.

Small as these mercies are,
They must not be despised.
Gently is life renewed.


The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
    his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
    great is your faithfulness.
(Lamentations 3:22-23 ESV)


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