The only thing I wish to change in this world is my perspective. Let me not isolate my marrow in the corners of protection. I know what is infectious and what is here to keep, I see I don’t need this shallow identity. We as a unity strive to control seeds of Spring, yet we know that our control is petty, as our faith gets what it deserves already. Blessings and blows to the bowel, liberate yourselves from the cowards. In truth this is spent, yet at cost we repent. Know this identity is vague compared to the lasting impression that is always in range.
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Too good, Brandyn…
Much appreciated, Rob.
just call out His name and He will come to you. “Jesus”.
Well express
I appreciate your words!
It is such a delight