Monday, July 25, 2011


but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away. when i was a child, i spoke like a child, i thought like a child, i reasoned like a child. when i became a man, i gave up childish ways. for now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. now i know in part; then i shall know fully, even as i have been fully known. when you were young, you used to dress yourself and walk wherever you wanted, but when you are old, you will stretch out your hands, and another will dress you and carry you where you do not want to go.

this year wean me from the world, dress me in your righteousness, carry me by your grace. grow me, LORD and let me see you more.

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