...e’en on our grass growing sudden off vase in table.
Such surprise (Life) stacked in our teeth, if we believe, if we believe. This morning I hung out the window, the sun yelling down via a few September rain cloud- Speak Life! Ah Lord God, You made the heavens & the earth, What is hard for you, except I turn into a mule with no clue, but even they ( the mule) know you…
every leaf & grass and wind returns to You, where’d they come from; Who / what made ’em?! Let me too speak You, You. You.
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