"This is the God of the gospel of grace. A God, who out of love for us, sent the only Song He ever had wrapped in our skin. He learned how to walk, stumbled and fell, cried for His milk, sweated blood in the night, was lashed with a whip and showered with spit, was fixed to a cross and died whispering forgiveness on us all." - Brennan Manning
Amen.
August 31, 2006
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Word, sista! Oh and i posted something.
Anthony
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