Saturday, April 3, 2010
My hope
“See, God’s hands are nailed, they cannot strike thee; His feet also, He cannot run from thee. His arms are wide open to embrace thee, His head hangs down to kiss thee; His very heart is open, so that therein look, nay, even spy, and thou shalt see nothing therein but love, love, love, to thee.”
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