Advent Is Here
THE NATURE OF TRUTH
Broken fullness, in finished fragments instantly incarnate falls upon the mirror of the human heart, truth entire and absolute living fills as a hand in glove, clear, succinct consistent,by this God of love.
It covers and commands the finite over which it bends,the amplest and clearest, highest spoken to man. This ideal once of man and of God.A manual of worship sublimates the springs of hope and joy,charms heart and imagination in Christ, our predestination.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2013
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