My Bones Grew Old

“When I kept silent, my bones grew old, Through my groaning all the day long. For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality was turned into the drought of summer.” – Psa. 32:3-4

Here’s what happens when we don’t confess sin.

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