As the tears fall down my face, I looked up this song again.
Lord, I can't wait for the day when there is going to be no more pain. Help me continue pressing on, living for You the best I can no matter what I face.
I am the clay and my Heavenly Father is the Potter, moulding me and making me into the person He sees. And even though I don't always understand what He is doing, I choose to believe and trust in His vision. Isaiah 64:8
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