"but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. When I was a child, I talked like a child. I thought like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me" (1 Corinthians 13: 10 - 11).
I'm no longer a child in my Father's eye.
Oh, how I've grown and developed.
Oh, how I've put childish things behind me.
I realize I'm no longer bitter,
I'm no longer hurting for things done to me.
Freedom comes in like the sun.
It break the chains and
causes the darkness to quiver.
I no longer think like a child.
I've put childish things behind me.
- Saturday, Feb. 28