Let justice run down like water...

 

Our Heavenly Father is a God of justice and righteousness.

“…outward demonstrations of faith are useless unless they are centered in
justice and righteousness.”
- Rev. Ed (unity.org)


Amos 5:21-24 New King James Version (NKJV)
21 “I hate, I despise your feast days,
And I do not savor your sacred assemblies.
22 Though you offer Me burnt offerings and your grain offerings,
I will not accept them, Nor will I regard your fattened peace
offerings.
23 Take away from Me the noise of your songs,
For I will not hear the melody of your stringed instruments.
24 But let justice run down like water,
And righteousness like a mighty stream.

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