The theme of my childhood was grief and deep sadness, but there is a time and season for everything; if we have ears to hear we can learn new melodies.
My Father
takes your hand
and opens your heart
to His
A native language
pours forth:
love
blessing
honor
grace
mercy
kindness
joy
peace
safety
security
replace your soul's
shifting sand.
dhallenbeck Munich 2013
Medicine from Sacred Scripture:
"The Lord lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God." Psalm 40:2, 3
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