The orphan clings to Your hand
Singing the song of how he was found
The widow rejoices
For her oppressors are silenced now
You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore
When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side
The runaway falls at Your feet
You are what he has searched for
The rich man is broken
When he stands beneath a sky full of stars
You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore
When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
Still, You sent Your Son for us
You are on our side
Topic of Discussion: Lake Day
Quote of the week: "In God, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I will not be afraid. What can mortal man do to me?" Psalm 56:4
Something I have learned this week: Sometimes you just have to be the adult
Something I want to have accomplished by next week: Be a better peacemaker
Picture of the Week: Me and Angie my first year here. I can't believe how much we have changed in such a short time. On top of that, I love this picture it demonstrates us perfectly.
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