8.02.2012

Well, Lo and Behold

Slowy. 
Slowy. 
Slowy.
 I am finding myself again. 
Or rather finding myself in Him.
And His love will never tire. 
He will never be exhausted of me going round an' round an' round.


If only you could see
How heaven stills when you speak
I know all your days
And I have wrapped you in mystery.

And oh, My love for you
Is as wide as the galaxies
Just hold out your hand and close your eyes
And come be with Me.
- My Love Hasn't Grown Cold, Bethany Dillon

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