I went for a walk today, in my mind you might say, to a quiet place I used to go, out back, where the red pine trees grow. I sat by the babbling brook, flowing from the beaver dam, meditating on God's words, thanking Him and praising Him, for creating me the way I am. One whom He died for, on the cross at Calvary, and arise the third day, so yours and my soul, could be set free. ~Winston Staples
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