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"The Bible doesn't need to be rewritten,
It just needs to be Reread."
(By Anonymous)


"The grass withers, the flower fades, But the word of our God stands forever.”"
Isaiah 40'8

"So shall My word be that goes forth from My mouth; It shall not return to Me void, But it shall accomplish what I please, And it shall prosper in the thing for which I sent it."
Isaiah 55:11
 
SCHOOL OF SORROW
Your Father is training you for a part the angels cannot sing, and His conservatory is the school of sorrows. Others have said that He sends sorrow to test you, yet this is not the case.
He sends sorrow to educate you, thereby providing you with the proper training for His heavenly choir.
In the darkest night He is composing your song.
In the valley He is tuning your voice.
In the storm clouds He is deepening your range.
In the rain showers He is sweetening your melody. In the cold He is giving your notes expression.
And as you pass at times from hope to fear, He is perfecting the message of your lyrics.
O dear soul, do not despise your school of sorrow. It is bestowing on you a unique part in the heavenly song.
George Matheson
 
SCHOOL OF SORROW
Your Father is training you for a part the angels cannot sing, and His conservatory is the school of sorrows. Others have said that He sends sorrow to test you, yet this is not the case.
He sends sorrow to educate you, thereby providing you with the proper training for His heavenly choir.
In the darkest night He is composing your song.
In the valley He is tuning your voice.
In the storm clouds He is deepening your range.
In the rain showers He is sweetening your melody. In the cold He is giving your notes expression.
And as you pass at times from hope to fear, He is perfecting the message of your lyrics.
O dear soul, do not despise your school of sorrow. It is bestowing on you a unique part in the heavenly song.
George Matheson
This is for a dear friend of Andrea's and mine today.
 
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