When my bible grows dusty and my heart weary sometimes, I remember.
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Tagged as Bible, Poem, Poetry, The End
I love your words! God Bless!
Thank you sir.
Good one… I think I’m there now. Have a Blessed weekend!
Cheers.
To the soul who grows weary I state, dust off that Bible and find the precious hope within…;)
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I love your words! God Bless!
Thank you sir.
Good one… I think I’m there now.
Have a Blessed weekend!
Cheers.
To the soul who grows weary I state, dust off that Bible and find the precious hope within…;)