Oh to the grace of a good Creator, & the sacred Sabbath He so blessed, that He in all His foresight gave us a day, to sit in rest. But so often in our worldly hearts, we run rampant each day into the next. Reaching with empty hands clawing at success. But what then will that win us, but to each our early death?
Thank you dear sweet Savior for the day you were laid to rest, that then you rose the next, Oh how we... are doubly blessed.