His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from His hands, where His awesome power is hidden. — Habakkuk 3:4 The sun nestled near the rising mountains, the great gray mountains peach-kissed by warming rays, just as it has been since dawn’s creation, and I count each day I’ve lived, eachContinue reading “Another Day”
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