As I drove through the traffic this morning, the virtual realisation that my life is in the hands of the Creator hit me once more. I could’ve died walking out the door.
On Christ the solid rock I stand…
As I walked out of the hospital in good health, I realized how lucky I am to be be in good form. I could’ve been torn.
On Christ the solid rock I stand…
As I write this piece in gratitude for my senses, I come to the conclusion that I have no control whatsoever on anything.
On Christ the solid rock I stand…
All other ground is sinking sand.
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