“Father, Into Your Hands I Commit My Spirit”
If this were a symphony, this would be the moment between the final note and the first applause. If this were a journey, this would be the first sight of a familiar home. But this is a dying Messiah . . . and this is a sigh of joy.
“Father” The voice is hoarse. The voice that called forth dead Lazarus . . . the voice that taught the 5,000, the voice that pleaded with God at Gethsamane . . . now says
“Father” . . . now the two are one again . . . now the abandoned is found . . . the schism is bridged.
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Healing Soul Streams 