A friend just lost her dad this weekend … the second parent in six months. I thought of her when I saw this verse. Thanks. The holy ground of grief (http://wp.me/p1Ut5W-ar).
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Those older hymns have such depth and meaning compared to some written today. This one is especially lovely!
A friend just lost her dad this weekend … the second parent in six months. I thought of her when I saw this verse. Thanks. The holy ground of grief (http://wp.me/p1Ut5W-ar).
Amy, thank you for pointing me to your post. So much loss in so little time. How it fell to you to give her the news…wow. You are a good friend.
wonderful words…
Great verse. Great song, too. You know that Fannie Crosby was blind, right? From infancy on. She wrote 8,000 hymns and 1,000 poems.
I did not. What a steady flow of praise and faith in the face of suffering.
The verse is from the passage our pastor preached on this week, and after the message, we sang that hymn together in response.