O My Son Absalom
His love for me is not fragile. It is enduring. It grieves from love when I stray. It is quite constant.
His love for me is not fragile. It is enduring. It grieves from love when I stray. It is quite constant.
Grace overcomes at the exact point where judgment has its power. Under the law, we cannot and must not let go of our capacity to judge. It is the one thing we have which is right! So we see, where judgment thrives, grace wins.