...and what am I, to knowyour promises, your mercies, your grace, your love?
Suppose my heart is (as I can only too well believe)
hard, unfruitful, deep deceitful: is that beyond the power
of the fingers that made the heavens?
O, majestic Lord, you care for me,
you have me in your mind and heart. In that I rest. Amen.
...Timothy Dudley-Smith
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