Good Friday’s for me are full of memories that I would rather forget, and also an eternal hope I have that I will never forget.
#JustBelieve #HopeLives #LoveChangesPeople
Don’t look back, they say. It might be gaining on you! For the answers, we search. Running and…
The fog surrounds, as the mist clings to my skin. Dampening the fuses, I struggle to see again….
Like the winds that blow unceasingly. Down the corridors of our fragile minds. Never to return. It is…
sins evil repeated fallen stumbles seeking repentance carrying burdens forever through a life of squandered unfulfilled dreams reaching…
Drawing on the imPOSSIBLE imPOSSIBLE – hope still clings imPOSSIBLE – love still sings imPOSSIBLE – kindness has…
Sometimes the words fade… ~Mark Wayne, chapter 17, Page 149 This chapter was not only one of, but…
