Wound

For Good Friday, I wanted to share the words of a song the Lord gave me years ago.

These are the wounds that I received

in the house of my friends who turned against me.

He with whom I ate bread has lifted his hand against me,

and I am lonely.

But the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon me

though I am broken.

Yes, the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon me,

and I am blessed because of Him.

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