"How precious to me are your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them! Were I to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. When I awake, I am still with you"
- Psalm 139:17-18
I sometimes think about the Cross,
and shut my eyes, and try to see
The cruel nails and crown of thorns,
and Jesus crucified for me.
But even could I see Him die,
I could but see a little part
Of that great love, which like a fire,
is always burning in His heart.
(Recapturing the wonder)
I was reading the book and was appreciating this poem, on how true it is that sometimes, what we are able to see or fathom is just a glimpse into what really IS. God has His perfect timing cos when I looked up, I have reached the bus-stop. I almost missed the stop but God allowed for me to make sense of what I read and yet, allow me to alight at the right stop.
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