Wild PEaches and Sparkling Wine...

The dream of something unlikely has its own special name. It's called hope. Yet our courage for life's journey so often falters because we've lost our hope for heaven.

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Sunday, November 21, 2004

The skies are turning an ashen grey, and I hear the gentle rumbling of thunder in the distance. A cool breeze caresses my face, and the fragrance of rain and fresh grass fills my room. It's a lovely, yet forlorn day. The simple things in life are sometimes the things most precious to me.

A simple n beautiful song that's accompanying me thru a dreary sunday...

I will lay me down
At Your feet in worship
And listen to the sweetest sound of all

Oh God You are my God
How my heart it longs for You
I'm thirsty for Your presence in my world
I cry out night and day for more
To hold the majesty of You

My God You stand alone
And I worship at Your throne
I will look to see Your power and glory
Jesus Lord of all

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