And sleep would not come and the hours ticked by and the clock moved, but slowly and still, sleep would not come Stirring from the…
Writings, thoughts, scriptural reflections, etc...
And sleep would not come and the hours ticked by and the clock moved, but slowly and still, sleep would not come Stirring from the…
The Chase It hurt, the pierce of that arrow. Yet not a pain of the flesh. Not because the pierce itself hurt, but after. Failure,…
The wait of that Tree is heavy as time piled high. And though I see the waited load, I know not why He bears it…