I remember the man who asked that question under the juniper... I asked HIM a harder one in the vineyard: Hast thou found me, O mine enemy? I rent my clothes that day.
Even the sulk of a king, the LORD can see.
Thy word I fled from; His word I could not flee. He asked me one question under the juniper: What doest thou here?
The still small voice was not sent to me only.
15 Oct 2026, 23:07