The Next Morning

I tossed and turned much of the night.

5:00 a.m.

Praise Me...

Then again...

Praise Me

Stilted, quiet sacrifice of praise rises from my mouth.

I will not fail you!

I keep hearing Beth Moore repeat these words from Joshua 1.

I will not fail you!

Still small voice echoes

I will not fail you.





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