Love through me, Love of God,
Make me like Thy clear air
Through which unhindered, colors pass
As though it were not there.
Powers of the love of Good,
Depths of the heart Divine,
O Love that faileth not, break forth,
And flood this world of Thine. - Amy Carmichael
I enjoy Nicodemus every time I read about him. He was sincere, "how can a man be born when he is old?...can he?" His heart was not to proud, nor his ways to set, to find Jesus at night and relieve his wondering heart.
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