I keep searching for God, but I’ve only found the Devil, he was hiding in the details Stress is a true thief in the night stealing all you are and leaving no wind for your sails Saints seem to paint with alabaster, and cover inequities with plaster Who can run […]
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Papa’s Peace
_______ Papa has made peace with all things. Many things are asleep to Papa but I am not.  I am awake to Papa’s peace with all things. I am considered a fool by both family and friend.  But my Papa is more precious than silver and gold. You […]