Oh, that my words were written!Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!That they were engraved on a rockWith an iron pen and lead, forever!For I know that my Redeemer lives,And He shall stand at last on the earth;And after my skin is destroyed, this I know,That in my flesh I shall see God,Whom I… Continue reading My Redeemer Lives
Tag: Comfort
I Would Have Lost Heart . . .
Weep With Those Who Weep
I was nearly as low as I had ever been. This was yet another morning in which I had needed help opening the milk jug.