sacrifice
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I sometimes think about the cross And shut my eyes and try to see The cruel nails, the crown of thorns And Jesus crucified for me; But even could I see Him die, I would but see a little part Of that great love, which like a fire, Was always burning in His heart. —Bernard
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One of my favorites… When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, When we reach the end of our hoarded resources, Our Father’s full giving is only begun; For His love has no limit; His grace has no measure. His pow’r has no boundary
Jay McCarl 