till He appeared &the soul felt its worth /// like, emptiness was tamed in me / c'mon my soul, oh don't you get shy on me. get up &praise !
i have nothing else fit for a King; except for a heart, singing hallelujah.. hallelujah.
the child's father &mother marveled at what was said about him. then Simeon blessed them &said to Mary, his mother: "this child is destined to cause the falling &rising of many in Israel, &to be a sign that will be spoken against, so that the thoughts of many hearts will be revealed. &a sword will pierce your own soul too."
there was also a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher. she was very old; she had lived with her husband 7 years after her marriage, &then was a widow until she was 84. she never left the temple but worshipped night &day, fasting &praying. coming up to them at that very moment, she gave thanks to God &spoke about the child to all who were looking forward to the redemption of Jerusalem.
when Joseph &Mary had done everything required by the Law of the Lord, they returned to Galilee to their own town of Nazareth. &the child grew &became strong; he was filled with wisdom, &the grace of God was upon him.
my home's in heaven; just travelin' through the world -Billy Graham
as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it.
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God (Matt: 27:46) &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all creeds &a god from all gods of the world, carefully weighing all gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist. -GKC. †