Over The Mountains
Over the Sea
Here You come running my Lover to me
When I feel the cold of winter
And this cloak of sadness, I need You… 353 more words
Jesus always gives me a reason to write again.
It is easy to forget – or better said, hard to remember – that you were made for sweetness and tenderness and for kindness and for contact when all the world and its systems have been constructed in the interest of preserving 343 more words