Sing praises to the Lord, O you his saints, and give thanks to his holy name. For his anger is but for a moment, and his favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity, “I shall never be moved.” By your favor, O Lord, you made my mountain stand strong; you hid your face; I was dismayed. {Click to read full chapter.}
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Poem: WHEN GREAT TREES FALL by Maya Angelou
When Great Trees Fall by Maya AngelouWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe,ContinueContinue reading “Poem: WHEN GREAT TREES FALL by Maya Angelou”
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