When the head droops and the shoulders stoop, weariness clouds the vision of hope. Until, grace comes from the throne of Christ, the true source of aid. I run to him. I stand up and rise up, strong. I look at myself in the mirror and I find the reflection of one more than a conqueror: I see the image of my Champion.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Risen
When the head droops and the shoulders stoop, weariness clouds the vision of hope. Until, grace comes from the throne of Christ, the true source of aid. I run to him. I stand up and rise up, strong. I look at myself in the mirror and I find the reflection of one more than a conqueror: I see the image of my Champion.
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