May 2011
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Why make it seem so impossible for the King of all to add peace of this puzzle and
Why do our ramblings run on and on? Verbal toil and song as we’re singing it, ringing it Louder than He ever asked us to be. The King tries to whisper as we shout “defeat!” A palm ever pure reaches out just to find such a multitude ready to leave Him behind. Flags waving high, negative of noir...
