Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow.
gaining the world but losing my soul is—everything I ever wanted andguilt-driven anxiety;being seenby veiled eyes;being lovedby veiled minds;it’s marriagewithout my Groomit’s all I ever wantedbut losing You—the worst thing I could ever dogain it all, while losing You,everything is nothing,You are all I ever wanted.
I want to leave my job.
a thorn in my fleshis not because of my weakness,not because of my mistakesit is not always something I have pierced my own self with it might simply bejust humanitythat I have been pierced with a thornbut humanity,Christ redeemsChrist understandshumanity,Christ has walked inand if I could do it on my own,I wouldn’t need the crosslike…
