Odd how you can work flat out all day, on many varied things, most of which you do ok. But come home at the end of it possessed by one small oversight - one thing you ought to have done but have not done - which makes the overriding impression of the whole day one of failure. What shall I do? I think take comfort in Woven Hand's haunting, moving, version of the traditional Down in yon forest:
Down under that bed there runs a flood
Bells of heaven I hear them ring
Half run in water
Half run in blood
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
john davies
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