...Oh, don’t think I live
In a world devoid of dolor—
I don’t…
But when I see Your light
It stains my soul
With color.
The light is as real as the dark. I choose to focus on the beauty. Wonderful work, John:)
...Oh, don’t think I live
In a world devoid of dolor—
I don’t…
But when I see Your light
It stains my soul
With color.
The light is as real as the dark. I choose to focus on the beauty. Wonderful work, John:)
Thanks Pryde