Psalms 142:8 Free me from prison so that I may praise your name. The Prison Marker: Where you come to visit the writing on the prison walls.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Dry safety for bad news is not clear discretion for vanishing prayers
Tears fall when silence falls upon higher roads of literacy. Worlds of played indiscretion are never grafted choices. Bad reform for good prayers is not hope for true service.
Gold for the egg is a christian dream. Never again.
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