One day, I will stand
On the top of that mountain—
Yes, the highest peak you see
With something that will play
Some perfect sound within me—
A harp I’ve never touched,
Yet, I’ll play all the right strings;
The player doesn't matter,
only the One for whom it's played.
Oh, it will be the song
My heart has yearned to sing.
It's my melody—
For Christ and me
in eternity.
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This essay explores the tension between God’s omnipresence and the felt experience of divine silence in seasons of suffering. Blending personal narrative with Scripture and theological reflec...
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She has tiny golden curls and big blue eyes, This child who grabbed my hand in the grocery store. She thought I was her mother, And in that brief moment of looking down While she looks up, he...
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