CRY OUT

THERE IS HOPE FOR THE HOPELESS

AND REST FOR THE WEARY

HE WILL MEET YOU,

WHERE EVER YOU ARE



BLESSED SABBATH,

DEAR FRIENDS

2 comments

  1. this is a favorite song, friend ...

    thankfully, Jesus never wearies of our calls, our cries, our tears.

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Your comments keep my writing and often cause me to think. A written form of a hug or a pat on the back and an occasional slap into reality---I treasure them all!