It happens too quickly for me to keep still- to hold it in my tiny hands I’m racing and pacing the cold stone floor- But my fool heart is wasted… Chasing
There are two ways through life- the way of Nature, and the way of Grace. I choose Grace.
It happens too quickly for me to keep still- to hold it in my tiny hands I’m racing and pacing the cold stone floor- But my fool heart is wasted… Chasing
