Couldn't sleep-exhausted in Him; His words quenching the core of my soul. If I fall asleep will I loose them? He gives me a Word, burning it in my heart for another...insistent.
Lasting joy comes from God. We are loosing it--too consumed with life--too absorbed with burden. Can the haze be lifted, can the stupor cease? Can we once again proclaim joy to a parched world as it was first proclaimed?
Can we bring back the music of joy to satiate the thirst?
