You were like coming up for fresh air 
It’s like I was drowning 
And you saved me

Hatred is an emotion merely expressed by the poor hearted.

We thank Him less by words than by the serene happiness of silent acceptance. It is our emptiness in the presence of His reality, our silence in the presence of His infinitely rich silence, our joy in the bosom of the serene darkness in which His light holds us absorbed, it is all this that praises Him.

How can you hope to recognize good and evil for what they truly are if you have no belief in a moral authority greater than yourself?

Written By Ted Dekker

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