Friday, June 24, 2005
Heaven, p. 60, 61.
We tried to call up our greatest trials, but they looked so small compared with the far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory that surrounded us, that we could not speak them out, and we all cried out, Alleluia! heaven is cheap enough, and we touched our golden harps and made heaven's arches ring.
# posted by Zo Heri @ 10:40 PM 
