If a bird can cling
to a spray aswing
In a mad, May wind,
and sing and sing
as though he'd burst
for joy...
Why cannot I
contend to lie
in His strong arms
beneath His sky,
unmoved
by earth's annoy?
~unknown
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I Can Trust Jesus...
This quote has grabbed my attention alot. I have had opportunity, just like anyone else in this world, to experience the reality ...
Or a wild, March wind...I love that poem! And it's so fitting right now, cuz I'm snuggled in bed listening to the wildest, most violent wind I've heard all spring. It's whipping and whistling around my little house, which has been trembling, shuddering, creaking, all evening. And storms are blowing in other ways too...am I willing, like a little bird, to trust? Thanks for the sweet, simple reminder.
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