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Rest now weary sinners, there’s a reckoning just ahead. Where the work of grace begins, and every hope…
Though I walk through the valley of death (or shadows)… I know that in my own life it…
branches drip down spindly fingers reaching the ground walking the path unbeknownst to you spirits silently laugh breezes…
Yes, we were here! On a recent camping trip we found an unbroken clay pigeon and my daughter…