6. When agony runs ocean-deep
Always good, my friend.
Whew. Stunning.
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,”
(Psalms 30:11 NASB1995)
Always good, my friend.
Whew. Stunning.
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; You have loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness,”
(Psalms 30:11 NASB1995)