By Teresa Poucher
I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
God reaches to those that are afar off.
No matter how far we may have drifted, it seems we can’t find our way back to Him. He is there as soon as we fall to our knees and humble ourselves where we are, then we will immediately find him. Quit searching, just humbly bow.
The Warrior’s Heart Cry 