Thoughts in Prose Composed Today

From ashes we rise to hands pierced by love
From spiritual poverty and despair we learn to fly and soar in grace
If we but turn our eyes off ourselves and look to the Father above
Quieting all that rages around and within to be still within Papa's warm and soothing embrace

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The Lord is near to those who have a broken heart, and saves such as have a contrite spirit. - Psalm 34:18

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart --- These, O God, You will not despise. - Psalm 51:17