It is all His ...
Philippians 1:6
6 For I am sure of this very thing, that the One Who began a good work in you
will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.
To be filled with righteousness leaves no room for other.
Every bump in the road makes me then spill over.
Others drink of the cup I am and help them to look farther
on the path of destiny ... to show for when this life is over.
Fruits of righteousness will sprout from my being
to be plucked by every one I meet on my way.
Eyes will be opened wide as in this life I’m freeing
captives left and right to receive the Light of day.
Jan Wienen
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