Jordan enjoys reading....so I thought I would share one of his relaxing moments!
Precious - how can one not wuv the precious jewel!
Fragrance, beauty, such vivid colors...such delicate features....I am thankful the Lord is gentle and patient with me as He, the potter, is molding me, into a likeness of His Son..........here is a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier.Precious - how can one not wuv the precious jewel!
I know not what the future hath of marvel or surprise,Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlines.And is my heart and flesh are weak to bear the untried pain,The bruised reed He will not break, but strengthen and sustain.No offering of my own I have, not works my faith to prove;I can but give the gifts He gave, and please His love for love.And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar;Nor harm from Him can come to me on ocean or on shore.IFragrance, beauty, such vivid colors...such delicate features....I am thankful the Lord is gentle and patient with me as He, the potter, is molding me, into a likeness of His Son..........here is a poem by John Greenleaf Whittier.
I know not what the future hath of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlines.
And is my heart and flesh are weak to bear the untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break, but strengthen and sustain.
No offering of my own I have, not works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave, and please His love for love.
And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar;
Nor harm from Him can come to me on ocean or on shore.
I know not where His island life their fronded palms in air,
I only know I cannot drift beyond His love and care.
I know not where His island life their fronded palms in air,
I only know I cannot drift beyond His love and care.
Amen!
Assured alone that life and death His mercy underlines.
And is my heart and flesh are weak to bear the untried pain,
The bruised reed He will not break, but strengthen and sustain.
No offering of my own I have, not works my faith to prove;
I can but give the gifts He gave, and please His love for love.
And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar;
Nor harm from Him can come to me on ocean or on shore.
I know not where His island life their fronded palms in air,
I only know I cannot drift beyond His love and care.
I know not where His island life their fronded palms in air,
I only know I cannot drift beyond His love and care.
Amen!



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