Aug 18, 2018

Tired so tired. . .

‘tired of talk of trickle down
tired of crippling debt
tired of corporations
tired of broken truths
tired of being slaughtered
dreams that turn to rust
here come the young
best get out the way
here come the young
might just save the day'

How long to sing this song . . .how long?

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Love so much more in need of being Loved.

Something's just to heard to discuss, at such times encouraged to examine words from old book. Love God. Love one another. Follow Jesus.

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"