"And dost Thou hear the silence of my heart, Lord;
Canst Thou count the tears that never reach my eyes?
And these yearnings, which will not fit my words, Lord;
Wilt Thou feed this hidden hunger-
Desire, spawned of the Spirit, which somehow fails to rise?
Yea, Soul, Eternity has tuned my ear to silence,
My own heart brims with tears now long unshed;
The quiet sanctuary of unspoken reverence
Is my dwelling place of old;
And in the deeps of Spirit have I made my bed."
-Jim Elliot
Love,
Tawney Rae
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