Jerusalem! Jerusalem! Murderer of prophets!
Killer of the ones who brought you God’s news!
How often I've ached to embrace your children,
the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings,
and you wouldn't let me.
We are in a season of new birth
nervous hens squawking
proud roosters strutting
baby chicks abounding
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As we travel on the road our Lord has placed before us, it's nice to meet a friend along the way. Thank you for stopping to leave a few or many words, I'm always interested to read your thoughts.
blessings and love,
in His service,
in the fire,