Hey Jesus, You move me, You wreck me every time. It's not a new kind of love, it's a new kind of beautiful.
Oh does He wreck me. With His love and goodness. I almost always have tears during worship. I've been taking an old fashioned handkerchief for months now. I don't even always know the why behind the tears. Sometimes it's just my body's reaction to all that's happening inside. For a couple months, there has been a small taste of deep joy behind the tears. [[Psalm 34:8]] "Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!" I don't know how to explain this "tasting".
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