When the words fade away…
Know that I have not forgotten you.
When you have had enough of the sound of your own rantings and stammerings…
Listen for My still, small voice.
The manna I have given you for today…
It is sufficient; do not fret over what you may have missed.
My body that was broken…
It was raised in victory; you need not fear for tomorrow.
I alone know the times and seasons of your life…
And not one word of Mine will fall to the ground.
Liv'n'Hope 