Me: That hymn is right as rain.

Prodigal: The Lord put it on my spirit this morning.

God moves in a mysterious way,

His wonders to perform;

He plants His footsteps in the sea,

And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines

Of never failing skill,

He treasures up His bright designs,

And works His sovereign will.

Judge not the Lord by feeble sense,

But trust Him for His grace,

Behind a frowning providence,

He hides a smiling face.

William Cowper

Roam to and fro through the streets of Jerusalem,

And look now, and take. And seek in her open squares,

If you can find a man, If there is one who does justice, who seeks truth,

Then I will pardon her. Jeremiah 5:1

Jennifer Van Allen

www.theprodigalpig.com

www.faithincounseling.org