When a million things are going on
When a million things are going wrong
When I have no one else in the world to confide in
No other shoulder to cry on
How big is He?
How faithful. How good.
How blessed am I
To have nothing else
To need nothing else
To want nothing else
I have an Abba who loves me.
Who LOVES me
I can't comprehend it.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
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