How lovely

When once I did not know Him, I cried and con­fessed myself to be lonely.
Now when I am tired, I cry on His shoul­der, con­fess­ing my need for Him: more and more and more of Him. Come Lord Jesus


The Israelites cry out. God tells them:

Don’t you even remem­ber? Don’t you remem­ber what I did in the begin­ning?
How I led you out of Egypt?
How I saved you from all your ene­mies?
How I fed you?
How I gave you water?
How I led you to a wide open place?
Can’t you remem­ber?

I am still GOD. What I did at con­ver­sion, I still do today. Need purity? I cleansed you once… you think those dirty feet are a prob­lem? You must have for­got­ten how I had to scrub you when we first met!

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