the sick need a doctor.
I think we see lost people around us... and we're hopeless. We believe that Jesus can heal someone from an addiction to meth, but it probably won't happen.
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
like filthy rags
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
filthy rags
my man, Dan.
As I was heading home I just prayed for some opportunity to love someone and speak the Gospel. My wife was out of town, so I wasn't in a hurry to get home. I didn't know how this would happen, I just prayed it and believed it.
Jesus… Where are you?
I'm sitting on the floor of a hotel room, looking out my window. As cars cross the bridge, red lights turn green, and the silhouette of a woman dances on the building in front of me, I feel small. Jesus... Where are you?
filthy rags
paralyzed i can’t feel my heart i open my eyes all i see is the dark. i know you are here. i know you can see. no reason to fear. Lord hear this plea. I’m begging I’m pleading I’m lost…
