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“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” (Psalm 139:13-14)  listen to chapter  (Read by Max McLean. Provided by The Listener's Audio Bible.)

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Sunday, December 07, 2008

when everything fades

When all else fades away, can we still look through the mists and find the Cross?

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