Most I didn't know, but some, I knew their faces. I could see their faces reflecting off my heart. I could tell you what color eyes they have, their hair color, I could see their smiles, and their tears. And at some points, my heart broke. I just kept praying.
I just know that God is going to do a work in their lives, that He has great plans for them! That they are the beautiful children of God, precious is each one. That God has formed each child, He loves them, He calls to them, He calls until they answer.
what a precious sound that our hearts hear, the sweet gentle voice of God. Our Savior, the Love like no other.
Those beautiful sweet faces. Oh, my heart will never forget.
Psalm 44:3 It was not by their sword that they won the land, nor did their arm bring them victory; it was your right hand, your arm, and the light of your face, for you loved them.