Sitting in Michael's Lap
Echo, this is a beautiful poem ... it rings with hope and joy and salvation ...
It reminds me of something a very wise man told me once, when he was teaching a Bible study about self-worth. After passing around a ring he was wearing, he asked each of us what we thought it was worth.
We each gave our guesses, after which he revealed that the ring was worth $44.76, because that was what he paid for it. Simple, right? But consider how much you are worth: what price did Jesus pay for you?
If you remember nothing else, remember that the most precious thing you have is YOU!
I wish you peace,
"Nunc lento sonitu dicunt, morierus"
(Now as I hear this bell tolling softly for another, it says to me, "Thou must die.")