Sometimes He leads
Through the hottest flames,
Leaving hair unsinged
And soul ablaze.
But others, torches
Alit for days,
Down narrow paths
For Nero’s way.
At other times,
He parts the sea.
He dries the path
Quite miraculously.
But some will walk
The path through dark,
Trusting His leading,
But leaving no mark.
Engraved in His palms,
Marked by evil men’s plans,
The names of His beloved,
Always held in His hands.
Embraced by grace,
Through flame or flood.
His Presence forever,
Attests to His love.
Erica B.
His Song in the Night 
That is beautiful!
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Thank you! 🥰
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You are amazing young lady! Thank you so much for giving your life to Christ! And sharing! Love you!
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I am the one constantly amazed that God chooses to use sinful people in His plan and for His glory. He is so worthy of our all! Love you too!
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