The Truth offended the Pharisees, 2000 years ago. He offends them still, today. Prayers for the Schindlers. God comfort them. Prayers for Terri. God comfort her. God is on the Throne. God is in control. There is nothing that happens that He doesn't allow. He knows all, sees all. God is the ultimate Judge of all. He makes things done in secret, known. "Vengeance is Mine," sayeth the Lord. Lord, come quickly.
Amen & Amen!
When I survey the wondrous cross
On which the Prince of glory died,
My richest gain I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride.
Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast,
Save in the death of Christ my God!
All the vain things that charm me most,
I sacrifice them to His blood.
See from His head, His hands, His feet,
Sorrow and love flow mingled down!
Did eer such love and sorrow meet,
Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
His dying crimson, like a robe,
Spreads oer His body on the tree;
Then I am dead to all the globe,
And all the globe is dead to me.
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
midi: http://cyberhymnal.org/htm/w/h/e/whenisur.htm