But for all a peacock's beauty, it has an unfortunate trait. When the peacock opens its mouth to speak, it sounds like a dying fog horn.
The neighboring birds sing and chirp in a beautiful morning symphony, but the peacock bellows and whines in a rather unpleasant voice.
Luckily for the peacock, it doesn't have anything important to share with the world that necessitates beautiful words. But you and I are different.
We have a message to share with our words and our lives about our Redeemer. Our song may not always be as lovely as what it was meant to be, but let us not be found like the peacock, beautiful to behold, but unpleasant to engage.
Luckily for the peacock, it doesn't have anything important to share with the world that necessitates beautiful words. But you and I are different.
We have a message to share with our words and our lives about our Redeemer. Our song may not always be as lovely as what it was meant to be, but let us not be found like the peacock, beautiful to behold, but unpleasant to engage.
I like this :) well said.
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