So to keep me from becoming conceited because of the surpassing greatness of the revelations, a thorn was given me in the flesh, a messenger of Satan to harass me, to keep me from becoming conceited. 1,539 more words
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To Be Carried — A Spoken Word Poem By David Sretenovic
Do you yearn to be carried?
Like an infant deep in sleep at the end of a long journey… 353 more words