Make straight in the desert a highway for our God. Every valley shall be exalted and every mountain and hill brought low; the crooked places shall be made straight and the rough places smooth. The glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it.
The Spirit is breath. The wind sings in the trees. I would like, then, to be an Aeolian harp and let the breath of God make the strings vibrate and sing. Let me stretch and tune the strings - that will be the austere task of research. And let the Spirit make them sing a clear and tuneful song of prayer and life!
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May 15, 2008 at 7:56 pm
CUTIE!