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Mournful Morning

by @languid-owlington

There is a season when new leaves starts to bloom as the old times past away. The rainy days start to pour while we wait for the day of rejoicing. Much grace was given For a life worth living. Although the dead may not boast. Let Your glory shine to those which embers of coal had touched willing lips.
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Aug 8, 2022
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Isaiah 6:7-8 GNBUK

He touched my lips with the burning coal and said, “This has touched your lips, and now your guilt is gone, and your sins are forgiven.” Then I heard the Lord say, “Whom shall I send? Who will be our messenger?” I answered, “I will go! Send me!”

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