Fri, 12/06/2013 - 15:07 -- AB342


There is a darkness and overwhelming burden that looms overhead

Its many faces taunt me

Its voice tries to discourage me

But my weapon is the trust I have in the Lord

For as he has cared for me today, he shall also care for me tomorrow--and always

The Lord has never forsaken me

Why then should I forsake Him who made me?


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