"I say to myself, I will not mention His name, I will speak in His name no more. But then, it becomes like a fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones, I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it." Jeremiah 20:7-10
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Sliver moon in the dark sky hanging there so small and lonely, You bring me hope.
You show me that there is always a small amount of light that shines through the vast darkness of life.
I want to reach out and hold onto you, sliver moon of hope, until the morning sun shines in all of its brilliance.