New wine is mine every morning I meet with God. My body can not contain the new wine He gives, I must be renewed again, over and over, to hold the new wine, “for His mercies never fail. They are new every morning” like “a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” Now I sit in a hallowed corner, the darkness outside is blank to me, but I know my sacred corner is slowly rocketing east, bringing me closer and closer to where “the Sun of Righteousness will rise with healing in his wings.”
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