Defender in my childhood,
Where are you tonight?
In some village in a distant land,
Where horror bound your light?
And what you can not hear,
I speak as softly as I can,
So that terror in your soul,
Will not bring up your pain again.
You had courage to go forward,
Beaten with imbedded grief,
Then you chose another battle,
To a point, you found relief.
As I think of you this night,
When all is said and done,
I wonder if you'll hear the voice...
That knows all ground you walked upon?
He would not desert you,
When your duty was embraced,
Nor where sacrifices left the scars,
I have lived to know and trace.
In days where you were needed,
But did not see the hero then,
Who would shelter and protect,
And to this day would still defend.
Just for the love of ...
Aslan Painting by Sally Brestin from David Lano on Vimeo.
If our hearts condemn us,
we know that God is greater than our hearts,
and he knows everything.
There is story behind this painting that is worth understanding.
I read somewhere from the devotions of Max Lucado
that God held the hammer and we held the nails.
The understanding came to me again that Christ died once for all,
that God planned it that way before we were born,
before one day had been written in our lives,
so that we might know, when life seems unbearable,
He has a way escape and His mercy may be a painful thing
but it is always to help us draw near to Him, who loves us so...
John 3:16 and 17
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