wordsmostlymadeofdust:

I’m so struck by beauty. The way our world resiliently refuses to let even death rob it of its unceasing echoes of Glory. Everything is crying out to be made new, and I can feel it in my soul because the song is the same there too—something determinedly incomplete that bears promise of fulfillment.

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