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The Haunting Of…
Stare into my eyesAnd what do you seeBeyond mere physicalThe redness and fatiguePast a tiredness and regretThe HAUNTING…
Stare into my eyesAnd what do you seeBeyond mere physicalThe redness and fatiguePast a tiredness and regretThe HAUNTING…
Am I here, As weariness sets in. Lost in the veiled mysteries of, What is meant to be?…
Friday night pondering and I find myself needing something more than another pat answer to the struggles of…
As they were leaving Jericho, a large crowd followed Him. And two blind men sitting by the road,…
Sometimes, it seems as if we are flying to close to the sun. Our lives are scorched with…