“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -
I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
~ Emily Dickinson
This is what I see every Sunday morning at my church, and it gives
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believes in him should not perish, but have eternal life.
One of the many stained glass windows in our church.
Up in the balcony this gorgeous window shines to passers by.
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