But we had hoped that He was the One who was going to redeem Israel. And what is more, it is the third day since all this took place. Luke 24:21
The soft sweet summer was warm and glowing
Bright were the blossoms on every bough:
I trusted Him when the roses were blooming;
I trust Him now..
Bright were the blossoms on every bough:
I trusted Him when the roses were blooming;
I trust Him now..
Small was my faith should it weakly falter
Now that the roses have ceased to blow;
Frail was the trust that now should alter;
Doubting His love when storm clouds grow
--The Song of a Bird in a Winter Storm
Streams in the Dessert-March 6
