Till the sun goes down, another day. May it bless to bless. Ceaseless in Grace; the race is not to the swiftest, the test is endurance. The best of us are those who love. The best even celebrate suffering. Often alone. And most with God. For He lets the sun rise again…
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great!
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Wow! I was just thinking about people who are always happy because they have Holy spirit and as you wrote who even ‘celebrate suffering’ because they now, it’s way to God. I love it! Beautiful poem!
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Ohhhh yeah the power of suffering, a pathway, a freedom all it’s own. Thankyou for saying, Marija. You have eyes for the unseen.
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