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A silent church awaits a heart-wrenching melody. Fingers press ivory keys, felt hammers strike metal strings, music emerges through wood and iron – in Echoes. In the same way, our prayers, whether joyful or painful, journey through flesh and bone, breath and heartbeat to the heavenly realms – in Echoes. Yet unlike mimicked sounds bouncing off castle walls, prayers return in whispers, gentle (and not so gentle) nudges and God’s unique sense of humor – in Echoes.
Music flows through my fingers as lifeblood spilling over alternating ebony and ivory, intermingling with the precious blood of Christ. Melody and harmony in tune with the Almighty. Echoes Intertwined.
A collection of parables, lessons and God whispers
Humbly penned by john g. adams
She had the world on a string until challenges turned strength of stone into feet of clay. As each broken piece threatened to fall, faith sent her scrambling through the junk drawer for a paperclip or drop of glue, settling on an old piece of string to hold things together for another day.
Yet, the Lord created her purposefully, interwoven with strength and grace.
In the chill of never-ending gray, Heaven broke through – the rain will stop.
Look there, another piece of string.
A collection of parables, lessons and God whispers
Humbly penned by john g. adams