Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed instead with our heavenly dwelling, because when we are clothed, we will not be found naked.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
December 5th 2011
You are in the quiet of a storm You are in the noise of a peaceful brook You are not what we expect You are a whisper You are a roar But we cannot hear you if we do not intentionally listen
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