Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.
Sixteen hooves clatteredToward Pennsylvania Ave.,Sixteen hundred. Pale Rider approached theGolden king of fire, whoBowed his head and knelt. Weeping and gnashingHis teeth, he cried “at
Lord, I am your servant. I pray that all I receive today would be friendly, encouraging, and would help me to be better. I pray
In the beginning, Lord Yehashuah, you moved Among the waters To establish the Firmament and divide the Heaven and the earth. In this time of
Everything was in Harmony. I was complete. Then descended the Fire, consuming My round balanced table. But It released the fount Of untold blessings, The
“Our father is oldhe has a young one, best lovedonly son of his Mother. His brotheris dead. Don’t take him, please. Wewill give you our