When the morning falls on the farthest hill,
I will sing His name, I will praise Him still.
When dark trials come and my heart is filled
With the weight of doubt, I will praise Him still.
For the Lord our God, He is strong to save
From the arms of death, from the deepest grave.
And He gave us life in His perfect will,
And by His good grace, I will praise Him still.
I WILL PRAISE HIM, STILL by Fernando Ortega
Thursday, December 18, 2008
another 22 worder
The instructor asked, "what do plants need to grow?" Just as I would, children answer the norm. My son states, "love." Sweet. I found the 22 words challenge so fun/interesting/intriguing/challenging; I had to go for another.