“Here I am, send me”
Who said those words
That haunt me so
And how was I to know
That THAT small voice
That said GO
Would be so insistent
And persistent
Nudging me on, reluctant me
Towards things I’ve never fathomed
I go
In the name of the Lord
With only a badly broken pot
And two work worn hands to offer.
How shall I explain to you the goodness of my Lord, whose love and compassion that could never I afford? Awaking eyes that see the day prepared just for me, fragrance sweet alluring fresh so glad tha
What is this? To put on Christ... We all can search the scriptures for the same "pat" answers. Defining Jesus by who He says he is, then understanding the definition and then incorporating our persona
How does one begin to show compassion and love? It's not with in our nature, it comes from above. One must believe in faith a God that rewards diligent desire. Not to claim rewards or trust in gifts