It seemed like a rescue mission. A person eagerly clears the thorns and thistles which ties down his heart. Yet he don't quite know what the thorns and thistles are. Neither does he know how they got there. He wished that he would get his heart out and in a meaningful way 举起他的心来敬拜神.
Help him to lift up his head. Clear his grey skies. Let him catch of glimpse of you, that he may be glad in you.
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