THE FERALS
By Tessa Harvey
"Sorry, Alice," this is so heavy for a glorious spring day" - and indeed it was lovely. They could hear the children laughing, and trees held strong buds. When new life surged through them, the last tattered old remnants of leaves, drab and dark, would disappear in a wonderful awakening, an unfolding of new life.
Alice looked at Jake, into his grey eyes. "Without God, nothing," she stated firmly. "To quote an old hymn: "My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus blood and Righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus' name."
Jake stared at Alice, wonderingly. Her dark hair moved softly in the breeze, and he could smell the nearby hyacinths she had planted.
"You mean there is hope?" he asked half-believing.
In turn, Alice regarded Jake. "There are many, many things I don't understand. I don't have all the answers but I do know Jesus is real. Every day I feel His Presence, and I know He loves me perfectly." Jake wasn't so sure, but he pondered about this for a long time and even began to pray.

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