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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required None are perfect…we all fall short. With this in mind, let us be mindful of ‘how’ we ‘correct’ a fellow pilgrim as we journey home. Remember, every individual’s walk with God is different. No two are alike. No one can judge another person’s relationship with Jesus, as it is…personal…in length, depth and ways that others cannot begin to comprehend. Indeed, what does anyone know of another's walk with Jesus…save, Jesus Himself? Let’s press-on, Amen. What do they know... of You and me? of You, who designed…and… commanded me…to breathe? What do they know …? of my development… in the womb how You structured and prepared this soul…for earthen entomb? What do they know of… the gifts, pulled from Yourself... and laid within this destined castoff...kept ‘til designated…time of purpose…felt? They know nothing... of You understanding… my babble…before You taught me to speak …nothing! of You prodding, urging…first step… strengthening muscles unsure and weak They have no idea of…things…that were done while me too young…to tell, lest explain nor…of the angels that You sent to comfort and play…when loneliness came What do they know of … the wretched inner pangs and turmoil that wrestled and pushed this flesh… to lash-out, hurt, seethe and boil? They have not even an…inkling of the…me…that searched and roamed filthy pathways with dead-end roads… seeking…an inhabitable dome What do they know of the hour, when You… there all the time, revealed…Your Glorious Self? changing me, my life forever, as I came… to comprehend…Your Love’s Wealth They can’t begin…to grasp the crest of our bond how we commune… hour after hour whereby my continued existence …is due only to the…potent…of Your Saving Power None can imagine…my savored calm… when You catch my tears and hush my sighs how Your Arms rock me to sleep, and then… stir…to another…deemed…sunrise They cannot phantom the…root…of Praise coming forth at the …oddest…of times adoring…The One…Who has Always…Loved me whether I be...high or low…inclined What do they know…yea! what do they know?! of our etched closeness and depth… a surrounding tie…that's mandated to live far beyond…mortal death! Yahweh, oh Jesus! What do they know…?! like the wind which listeth that none can see… Oh, what do they know…?! Of You…and…me? PS 71:6-7, 48:14, 139:1-6, ISA 46:3-4, JHN 3:8, GAL 6: 1-3, MATT 7: 1-2 ©8/16/22-JMSbell
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