Romans 8:29

"For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers."

Sunday, March 27, 2011

So bright it hurts

God, you are so good
Your steadfast love endures forever

You love everyone - even though you can read our minds
You never leave us

You hide, but you're still there
Or here, rather. Right here in my spirit

Your Holy Spirit dwells in my rotten spirit
But you make it clean - white as snow!

Snow - it's so white and clean on its own
When the sun shines on it, it's brighter than anything
So bright it hurts to look at

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