O precious is the flow.

O precious is the flow. i wrote it in tim's journal before he left.

i really love that whenever i think of my brother tim, i hum 'nothing but the blood of jesus'. the morning we took him to the airport it's all i could listen to. it's the only comfort i could find in the fact we weren't going with him. and even now, what a comfort... i have it looping on my ipod right now. it makes me feel nearer to africa, somehow. this is all my hope and peace, nothing but the blood of jesus. this is all my righteouness, nothing but the blood of jesus. O precious is the flow that makes me white as snow. no other fount i know, nothing but the blood of jesus.

and precious are the hands and feet of those that bring good news. Good News.

i love you, brother, and all your team. i love you very much.