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When bleak bleeds into light
or dark floods flow through,
And joy dances just beyond
my stumbling steps of blue,
My head falls closer still
to the heart in Jesus' chest,
My knees drop more near
where His holy feet rest,
And there I find it all
again
and time and time and then,
Hanging on His every word,
elusive joy, just in the presence
of my very best friend.
Psalm 16:11
Luke 10:38-42 |
