Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness;
for we do not know how to pray as we ought,
but that very Spirit intercedes with sighs too deep for words.
i am so little
grasping this white rag
yearning on tip toe
waving down grace
wind blowing through
a bruised reed
hear our cry
A bruised reed he will not break,
a smoldering wick,he will not quench.
In faithfulness He will bring forth justice. Isaiah 42:3
Please do not trample the tenderness
lying in the crib of the world.
Holiness did not abhor the Virgin’s womb,
nor should we.