An earth shattering awakening from bed ridden illness caught the surround sounds of workers rushing down the street. Sadness filled my heart as the shivers of mysteries climbed my from head to toe.
Dreainess consumed me of the interruption of the do it again life and again repetition. Then the wither of the heart hesitant for the next visit from God as my crumbling joy pitter patters over soggy eyes and big black holes in the heart.
"The Lord is my Shepard....ps23 my strength when I am weak. " Tiny uttered.
For His Name Sake..PS 23
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