same stars, sun, skies, palm leaf, the dust of us never changed our cells - we prisoners of hope we passover...
the Supper. RN.
the blood of stains washed. We eat the heart of true Love then drink kisses that die. We change, re arrange our
…songs seeking saviors in penance for grace; we weep love deep only for ones we must keep;
one day we will see our soul: how its lifetime sought a place not hell: will that sight be too late?
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Caution: Josh Garrels is not cathedral music but he got Christ in his bones. Just saying🎶
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