around me, just like he did when we sang for Amy.
balcony were just waiting for us. You knew as I tried to sing that song, how deeply I would need to see the little babies; the older crowd adorned with gray and white hairs, and everyone in between. .
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
Till He returns or calls me home—
Here in the pow’r of Christ I’ll stand.”
from His hand.
Okay it is now 1 am, which is really like 2 am because of the time change. I’m going to finish processing these thoughts in bed as I drift off to sleep, I just wanted to get some of it out there because that’s how I operate. ♥