It is the name of a study. It is the inexpressible need of my soul.
"I've just seen Jesus," the song says, "and I'll never be the same again."
One cannot truly see Him and not be changed.
One cannot truly walk with Him and not change.
The anger I've not controlled? Anathema.
The love I've not expressed? Tragedy.
But He looks not on my past.
He is the Present.
All He wants to know is: "Will you allow Me to be your future?"
Joy.
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