I’m Free

And the wrens have returned and they’re nesting
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again
And the streams are all swollen with winter – winter unfrozen,
and free to run away now…

Rich Mullins

Every once in a while, I think we need to do this. We need to lift up our arms in the presence of the LORD, and bless Him. He set his face like a flint (the Scripture says) and went to that awful hill. There He died. There I revived.

1 comment

  1. I really enjoyed your blog. Thanks for the variety of thoughts, especiall of Christ. It is neat to see you love for CC expressed in several entries. We look forward to seeing you guys some day. LOL

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