Max Lucado Quote
I keep thinking of all the people who cast despairing eyes toward the dark heavens and cry Why? And I imagine him. I imagine him listening. I picture his eyes misting and a pierced hand brushing away a tear. And although he may offer no answer, although he may solve no dilemma, although the question may freeze painfully in midair, he who also was once alone, understands.
Max Lucado
I keep thinking of all the people who cast despairing eyes toward the dark heavens and cry Why? And I imagine him. I imagine him listening. I picture his eyes misting and a pierced hand brushing away a tear. And although he may offer no answer, although he may solve no dilemma, although the question may freeze painfully in midair, he who also was once alone, understands.