Sunday, January 9, 2011

Think

Of stepping on shore and finding it Heaven;

Of taking hold of a hand and finding it God's hand;

Of breathing a new air and finding it celestial air;

Of feeling invigorated and finding it immortality;

Of passing from storm and tempest to an unbroken calm;

Of waking up, and finding it Home!
copied:

The LORD openeth the eyes of the blind: the LORD raiseth them that are bowed down: the LORD loveth the righteous:
Psalm 146:8
The King James Version

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