Bright Sadness

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    The night has come. In this world there is trouble.  You have overcome the world.  You turn darkness into light.  May my sadness be engulfed   by your celestial brightness.  In this world is sorrow.  But, in this world, crucified one, is you.  Our hope and salvation.  Our anchor in the storms.  There is you!                      


Follower of Jesus, non-conformist, preacher, poet, blogger, graduate of Highland Theological College, Husband, Father, Son, Brother, Friend, Learning Assistant (ASN) Outdoors. Late diagnosed Autistic.

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