The Lord is the fountain of life,
That only the famished may take.
He stands before His children,
He does not hold back.
The prodigal did run and see,
The other staid put and did not.
All He has is ours
Life unto life and grace upon grace
He beckons to all
Believe and receive
I shall open the flood gates
Haha...the feeble expression of my musings after reading His word this morn. I'm sure all will agree and can identify. Sometimes when I read, the Lord makes an impression upon my heart that words cannot express. They never come out quite like the way that He put them in.
O some day, I pray to be, this soul may become the vessel more pure to He, the instrument prepared for the Master's hand
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