A Poem of Praise on Psalm 1:1–3
Your goodness runs like a River through our bodies— Refreshing dry throats, Quenching parched bones, Nourishing us down to our toes....
A Poem of Praise on Psalm 1:1–3
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Un-Cursory
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Grace Incarnated
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