There is a dark night of the soul
that is wondrous to behold.
When everything you thought you knew
is fantasy instead of truth.
When long-held truths are realized
as nothing more than polished lies;
All so cleverly disguised.
When everything you ever wanted
lies slashed and bleeding at your feet;
When every cherished bond is broken
and beseeching words remain unspoken.
When heart-felt memories, while dying,
haunt the hallways of your mind;
And you find God isn't partial,
the blind could never lead the blind.
But when the hellish night is over;
And, at last, the death knell sounds;
The long, dark night gives way to morning...
Resurrection of the soul abounds.
1Peter 4:1 Therefore since Christ suffered for us in the flesh, arm yourselves with the same mind, for he who has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin.
1Peter 5:10 But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you.
THE REALITY OF THE NAME OF GOD
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