Happiness is knowing that on Sunday I will go to the house of the Lord. The unmeasurable comfort envelopes me before I even step one foot into the vestibule. There's nothing quite like standing on holy ground.
Thou has turned for me my mourning into dancing: thou hast put off my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness.
To the end that my glory may sing praise to thee, and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks unto thee for ever. Psalms 30:11-2
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2 comments:
Amen, amen.
No argument here.
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