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In glades they meet skull after skull
Where pine-cones lay–the rusted gun,
Green shoes full of bones, the mouldering coat
And cuddled-up skeleton;
And scores of such.
Tags » The Wilderness
Thank God I do not have to be perfect… And that He qualifies “the called”… I am leaving for the first Chaplaincy Intensive in a month, and I swear it is like things are just popping up everywhere… Stuff I haven’t dealt with in a while, in fact I feel like I have been doing great! 523 more words