and be utterly amazed.
For I am going to do something in your
days that you would not believe,
even if you were told.
God to Habukkuk.
Reading the prophets slowly.
The anticipating ache for justice, fear of God, and desire to remain steadfast and holy in the refiner's fire and launderer's soap... to see the sun of righteousness rise with healing in its wings!
He will come, and how glorious to be released like calves from a stall, to leap and bury the ashes of the wicked under our soles. How lovely, this victory, m
P.S. I never realized what a beautiful poet God is.
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