[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] In the fog all grope and grieve – needing light that won’t deceive, truth enlightening muddled mind shows the pardon we can find …
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] The showers of blessings refresh grateful souls … but hearts that are hardened don’t let blessings in – like ducks’ backs and rocks that just brush away rain.