My adolescent 70's Reads just like the Pevensie...

My adolescent 70's

Reads just like the Pevensies Adventures.

'Cause every perfect now and then

I caught a glimpse of Aslan's mane

And I longed for His treasure.

Something in His mystery was drawing me

To love the Author of my own biography. – Chris Rice

Will I ever know? How much of my life is really me? How much is written by the Biographer? Is this my biography or His? So much of this is mystery that I am afraid that even my regenerate mind will not grasp the totality of it. But then I have rested the hope of my salvation in Him, so why not these silly questions as well?

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