If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate.
~ 1 Corinthians 13:1, The Message
Choosing to get quiet, and let love
find and fill me today.
For love, like oil running
through old and rusty cracks,
always finds a way
to make my soul sing for joy.
through old and rusty cracks,
always finds a way
to make my soul sing for joy.
Selah.
Photo Credit: Falk Lademann - flickr
Beautiful...I love the quiet.
ReplyDeleteVery cool. I can practially hear the creaking of that gate.
ReplyDeleteMaking my soul sing with joy. Yeah, am trying to do that.
ReplyDeleteThanks, edenland, for bringing me back to this post! In the last few weeks I have found myself creaking much too loud, trying to "outshout" the clamor that surrounds. I am very much needing to go back to palce...of peace..and joy...and quiet...in my soul. Blessings! :)
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