He’s sweet, I know.

He’s sweet, I know.

storm clouds may rise,    

And strong winds may blow.

(Well) I’ll tell the world,

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ll tell it wherever I go. 

I’ll tell them that I have found a Savior, 

 

And He’s sweet I know. 

 

Sometimes, words can’t do your thoughts justice. Pictures and hymns can, though.

Thankful for this place, the kids and adults who live there, this team-turned-family– for they all showed me my sweet Savior this week. Whenever I was down and out, especially as we were preparing to leave, this song would pop in my head (thanks Adri for introducing it to us). It became a theme song of sorts: everywhere I turned, reminders that I had a Savior, and a sweet one at that, kept popping through in the smallest, sweetest ways. I still don’t have the words quite yet to explain this week, but I am immensely thankful for it.

 

(pictures either credit to Julie Traina or my iphone; lyrics to “He’s Sweet I Know” by Janie Hill)