Then I saw heaven standing open, and there was a white horse! Its rider is named Faithful and True, and in righteousness he judges and wages war... And the armies in heaven, clothed in fine linen, white and clean, followed Him on white horses. Now out of His mouth goes a sharp sword, that with it He should strike the nations. And He Himself will rule them with a rod of iron. He Himself treads the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.
Sunday, June 12
Weak
What does it take to break you.
To pierce through every defense you have.
Right to the core.
To feel how weak you truly are.
Then you realize, how much you truly need.
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