He spread His wings and caught me, He carried me on His pinions!

Monday, June 27, 2011

Wounded Heart?

There is a legend of an artist who had found the secret of a wonderful red that no other artist could imitate. He never told the secret of the color, but after his death an old wound was discovered over his heart. It revealed the source of the matchless hue in his pictures.

The moral of the legend is that no great achievement can be made,
no lofty goal attained,
nor anything of great value to the world accomplished,
except at the cost of the heart's blood.

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