poetry

"all men are like grass,

and all their glory is like the flowers

of the field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

because the breath of the Lord

blows on them.

Surely the people are grass.

The grass withers and the flowers fall,

but the word of our God stands

forever."

- Isaiah 40:6-8

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to look for Jesus in everyone

make soft this hardened heart;

to keep on loving

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being homesick is something that i've never quite gotten over

and i don't think i ever will.

so much of who i am has to do with time spent with you.

that's how much all of you mean to me.

it's just something i've got to deal with

friends here are great

the pace of life; comfortable

love my own space

but really, there's no place... quite like home

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things aren't always good but you're there to make it ♥

thanks love