The text from a formerly darkened soul, one who was depraved and disillusioned, blinded and dumb, who was brought forth from the dung heap of despair and made new and beautiful, reconstructed in heart and with the eye of clarity.
This for the one needing true Light, the Logos brought to bear in the recesses of the darkness of the day. Oh to fix the eye on Christ in the early of the morn and in the brink of the night and everywhere in between. Oh can’t you see, His mercies are new everyday, His joy comes in the morning, and His kingdom shall have no end.
Dross to silver. Night to Light. Convections of words, Lord willing, with directness and beauty, truth and significance, simplicity and timeliness.
Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tried you in the furnace of affliction. For My own sake, for My own sake, I do it, for how should My name be profaned? My glory I will not give to another. (Is. 48.10-11) For to this you have been called, because Christ also suffered for you, leaving you an example, so that you might follow in His steps. (1 Pt. 2.21)
There truly is hope. There faithfully are saints. There most assuredly is a Mighty True God!