no voice can tell no song describe the fullness of your grace
no sin can bind no guilt remind, that your love cannot erase
this is an old hymn of unknown provenance and age translated from another language. the childlike words hit me unawares. it is good for the soul to remember the simple argument of the cross which confounds my most jaded sophistication. wash me, and i shall be whiter than snow. - ps 51:7 at the heart of it all my need is so modest and God's provision is so fitting.
thou art the lily of the valley, the bright and morning star
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