Churn, Lord...

Churn, Lord... May the Sword of Your Spirit pierce through my conscious and subconscious, stirring, churning, and bringing to surface all that Your grace has worked, warned, and willed in me. Bath my memory with the cream of Your goodness and mercy! In Christ's Name, Amen!

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