The Eye of the Needle -(Part I)
In my youth and in my enthusiasm. I asked the Lord. And men were delivered. I spoke the word and their hearts were made whole. I knew what it was to bind the broken hearted and to pour in the oil of joyful mourning. While men were praising God and glorifying his great name. I went back to my secret chamber. I bowed my head in sorrow. I said, oh, my God, my God, I am not satisfied