If thou wouldst have me speak, Lord, give me speech.
     So many cries are uttered now-a-days,
     That scarce a song, however clear and true,
     Will thread the jostling tumult safe, and reach
     The ears of men buz-filled with poor denays:
     Barb thou my words with light, make my song new,
     And men will hear, or when I sing or preach.

– George Macdonald

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I love checking in on your website when I feel troubled..It makes me feel calm.
I think in this day and age so much you hear and read is made to scare you..My time at bible study helps a lot.

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New Song! hear the drum