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No one needed to say it, but the room overflowed with that sort of blessing. The combination of loss and abundance. The abundance that has no guilt. The loss that has no fix. The simple tiredness that is not weary. The hope not built on blindness.Aimee Bender
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And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.John Donne
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If we have never sought, we seek Thee now; Thine eyes burn through the dark, our only stars; We must have sight of thorn-pricks on Thy brow, We must have Thee, O Jesus of the Scars.The heavens frighten us; they are too calm; In all the universe we have no place. Our wounds are hurting us; where is the balm? Lord Jesus, by Thy Scars, we claim Thy grace. If, when the doors are shut, Thou drawest near, Only reveal those hands, that side of Thine;We know to-day what wounds are, have no fear, Show us Thy Scars, we know the countersign. The other gods were strong; but Thou wast weak; They rode, but Thou didst stumble to a throne; But to our wounds only God’s wounds can speak, And not a god has wounds, but Thou alone. .Edward Shillito
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Yes, silence is painful, but if you endure it, you will hear the cadence of the entire universe.Kamand Kojouri
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Let there be light! Abba! Father, let there be light! In our dark moments we cry; let there be light! Light to show us the way; light to shine before all others! Light to see through darkness; light to change all staleness! Let there be light! Abba! Father, we cry, let there be light! Let there be light! Abba! Father, let there be light! The future is always truly uncertain; let there be light! Light to shine on the snares of darkness; light to take steps with calmness! Light for us to see our paths well; light for us to understand your ways well! Let there be light! Abba! Father, we cry, let there be light! Let there be light! Abba! Father, let there be light! We do not know who is coming in the darkness; let there be light! Light to blindfold the attacker; light to change the sinner! Light to give us power; light to make all things better! Let there be light! Abba! Father, we cry, let there be light! Let there be light! Abba! Father, let there be light! We need freedom to do your work; let there be light! Light to free us from bondage; light to escape attackers’ carnage! Light to lead us into your sonship; Light to empower our sonship! Let there be light! Abba! Father, we cry, let there be light! Let there be light! Abba Father, let there be light! We need your light to know the truth; let there be light! Light to enlighten our understanding; light to overcome misunderstanding! Light to withstand strongholds; light to empower our goals! Let there be light! Abba! Father, we cry, let there be light! .Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
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Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone. Strange that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.William Billings
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I once was a stranger to grace and to God, I knew not my danger, and felt not my load; Though friends spoke in rapture of Christ on the tree, Jehovah Tsidkenu was nothing to me. I oft read with pleasure, to sooth or engage, Isaiah’s wild measure and John’s simple page; But e’en when they pictured the blood sprinkled tree Jehovah Tsidkenu seemed nothing to me. Like tears from the daughters of Zion that roll, I wept when the waters went over His soul; Yet thought not that my sins had nailed to the tree Jehovah Tsidkenu–’twas nothing to me. When free grace awoke me, by light from on high, Then legal fears shook me, I trembled to die; No refuge, no safety in self could I see– Jehovah Tsidkenu my Saviour must be. My terrors all vanished before the sweet Name;My guilty fears banished, with boldness I came To drink at the fountain, life giving and free– Jehovah Tsidkenu is all things to me. Jehovah Tsidkenu! my treasure and boast, Jehovah Tsidkenu! I ne’er can be lost; In Thee I shall conquer by flood and by field, My cable, my anchor, my breast-plate and shield! Even treading the valley, the shadow of death, This “watchword” shall rally my faltering breath; For while from life’s fever my God sets me free, Jehovah Tsidkenu, my death song shall be.Robert Murray McCheyne
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HYMN OF THE DIVINE DANDELION I am born as the sun, But then turn into the moon, As my blonde hairs turn Grayish-white and fall To the ground, Only to be buried again, Then to be born again, Into a thousand suns And a thousand Moons. Suzy KassemSuzy Kassem
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'Biutiful' is not about death. It's about life. It's a hymn to life.Alejandro Gonzalez Inarritu