My messy Lil garden where prayer always happens.
Little half words, like swords they cut away disbelief and fear. A certain war leaves, like autumn. Here inevitably I find my Day spring, my source of Life.
No War Zone
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Little half words, like swords they cut away disbelief and fear. A certain war leaves, like autumn. Here inevitably I find my Day spring, my source of Life.
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Prayers for you and yours continue!
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Thank you dear friend🌷💜🌷
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One uses the word “hope” for what isn’t here….
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