In Heaven's Eyes

As we close our eyes and clasp our hands in prayer, as we lay bare our deepest sorrow and our highest praise, as we move from our anguish and brokenness, and enter the solemnity of God’s Divine Presence, I don’t think we differ ever so greatly. I don’t think we pray ever so differently.

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