For the director of music. A psalm of David. 1 How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?     How long will you hide your face from me? 2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts     and day after day have sorrow in my heart?     How long will my enemy triumph over me? 3 Look on me and answer, Lord my God.     Give light…
– A Poem The mind drifts quietly—from mercy to craving, from pure to proud, from wonder to want. Temptation doesn’t shout. It whispers, soft as a sigh, familiar as your own thoughts. Welcomed now, it settles in, what once stood at bay—resisted. It wears no guilt, just curiosity. But the slick slope lies in wait…
Heaven is a place where you forever see only the good God has made from your scars. Hell is a place where you forever curse God for allowing your scars. God has his scars too. The cost of his love for you. He wears them outstretched with honor.
