God is in the songs of His people
He is in me when I sing to the old
He is in the old
And in the babies
Indeed, in the babe that rests and grows in my womb even now.
Much time has passed, much has happened, both in great heartache and great triumph. Indeed the heartache has all happened so that triumph could mark me too. I continue to taste the patient deliverance of the Lord – He’s good to me, He is my good father. Grace is the marker of this household, and worship will pour out of it’s rooms forever
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