JesusChristhasrisen

"Simon, son of Jonah - do you love me?" Oh Lord. I can't look at you. It breaks my heart. You know I love you. (I hope you do.) But oh - I'm such a sinner! "Feed my lambs." "Simon, son of Jonah - do you love me?" Oh Lord. Do you doubt me as much as I doubt myself? I said I didn't - you know I never meant it. I love you - but I'm a sinner. "Tend my sheep." "Simon, son of Jonah - do you love me?" Oh Lord. Why must you hurt me so? Have I not torn myself apart asking the exact same thing? Lord, you know all things - you know that I love you, that, even as I said I knew you not, I never stopped loving you. Save me, Lor

Rouse the sun her sleepy head douse the sleepy trees and those that droop its head across the plow she dips her toes beneath the depths of green, and red and lilac pools-laced with petals sewn with shades of colours shade of every grade spread across this massive plain the beauty measures beyond explain which makes her beauty bloom all over the place Wherefore beauty resides my Love There is Thy presence ...like a dove who rests upon a friendly bough that is like Thee within my soul Thou have a home forever in me Thou have a home forever in me Rest Thy spirit in my soul and move me closer still Beloved one Thou art the song of every string