Thursday, March 16, 2006

I am . . .

. . . endlessly full of error and sin.

. . . eternally grateful for grace and mercy.

Is there any better hope -- any other way to lift the load, ease the burden?

I would be undone were it not for Him. Instead I have the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.

And He forever will be my song! Forever!