Quotes
Come, Thou fount of every blessing,
Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
Call for songs of loudest praise.
While the hope of endless glory
Fills my heart with joy and love,
Teach me ever to adore Thee;
May I still Thy goodness prove.
Oh to grace how great a debtor
Daily I'm constrained to be;
Let that grace now like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to Thee;
Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart, oh, take and seal it,
Seal it for Thy courts above.
-Robert Robinson (1758)
"Through brokenness and heartbreak, we have cried together and have witnessed together how God can create beauty and love in places that felt full of desolation."
-Sara Groves
"Every scar is a bridge to someone's broken heart."
-Thrice
"Loving Jesus, not just "deciding" for him or "being committed to him" or affirming all the right doctrines about him, is the mark of a true child of God."
-John Piper
"It is a matter of great comfort and rejoicing to any person, whatever circumstances he is in, when he can say that he knows that his redeemer lives."
-Jonathan Edwards
Lord, it's all that I can't carry
And cannot leave behind
It often overwhelms me
But when I think of all who've gone before
And lived a faithful life
Their courage compels me
And when I'm weary and overwrought
With so many battles left unfought
I think of Paul and Silas in the prison yard
I hear their song of freedom rising to the stars
I see the shepherd Moses in the Pharaoh's court
I hear his call for freedom for the people of the Lord
And when the saints go marching in
I wanna be one of them
And when the saints go marching in
I wanna be one of them
I see the long quiet walk along the Underground Railroad
I see the slave awakened to the value of her soul
I see the young missionary and the angry spear
I see his family returning with no trace of fear
I see the long hard shadows of Calcutta nights
I see the sisters standing by the dying man's side
I see the young girl huddled on the brothel floor
I see the man with a passion come and kicking down that door
I see the man of sorrow and his long troubled road
I see the world on his shoulders and my easy load
-Sara Groves