When you come to the end of the rope
It's time to begin the journey back
When the moon looks forlorn in the sky
The sun is shining bright on the other side of the globe
Knowing that His Word is pure
On His Word, your footing is forever sure
God's Word is like a mirror
Reflecting His eternal mural
More medicinal and aromatic than myrrh
26 November 2020
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Good one. It gives us hope to carry on living hoping and groping