In the giving In the taking away In the sun and the rain You love me everlasting Even in my ungratefulness Rescuing me Breathing new life into my soul Adding flesh and fortifying my weary bones
This Past Year, a Lament

In the giving In the taking away In the sun and the rain You love me everlasting Even in my ungratefulness Rescuing me Breathing new life into my soul Adding flesh and fortifying my weary bones
But God cannot be defined.Will not be confined. He is the breaker of shackles, the destroyer of chains.
And though it's bittersweet, we leave you with this house, this home, where babies and a marriage grew up. Where life happened, and nearly ten years worth of laughter and love soaked into each and every room, turning this house into a home.
But I was made for more, much more.
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