"As for man, his days are like grass, he flourishes like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more. But....."
"But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon him, and by his wounds we are..."
"Dear Precious One,
Few passages of Scripture were more beloved in My time on earth than the twenty-third Psalm. Like in your day, many found great..."
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