We always move forward, if
only in time.
Sometimes we fall backwards,
but He picks us up out of the slime.
Without rhyme or rhythm God
wipes us off; and with Him we dine.
O God of great glory who
created us! You live outside of our limited minds!
Praise our Father! He faced and
fixed our trespasses,
Hallelujah, we’ll sing for
all time.
He is most faithful, because
He is kind!
* This is a side note mom is ill. My mom, my favorite faith saint and faith reader of my stuff, had a heart attack. Please pray for her. Thank You! Gordon
She's doing great! Thanks for more time with here Father.
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