Monday, July 28, 2014


You did it: you changed wild lament into whirling dance;
you ripped off my black mourning band and decked me with wildflowers.
I'm about to burst with song;
I can't keep quiet about you.
God, my God;
I can't thank you enough
Ps 30 the message
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