A Crimson Thread
Poems, Prayers & Promises with Crimson woven into a Golden Tapestry
Saturday, 1 March 2014
Boundless
Boundless provision of rest
strength overwhelms holds my heart
taste the sweet divine nectar
infinite heaven
(The manna came down on the camp with the dew during the night. – Numbers 11 v 9)
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