Jumping crickets wind their way 'cross flares of dry grass
Under shade of cottonwood limbs
Lay young dreamers of distant exploits and the grandeur of mighty tasks
Yes the long hot days and muggy nights of summer
. . . → Read More: JULY
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Jumping crickets wind their way 'cross flares of dry grass Under shade of cottonwood limbs Lay young dreamers of distant exploits and the grandeur of mighty tasks Yes the long hot days and muggy nights of summer
. . . → Read More: JULY So I wanted this website to have more of a blog style. A little less formal – a little more relaxed – just the walking it out day-to-day. Some thoughts, some art, some preachin', some dreaming…with the hopes of it being a little more active! I didn't think I was doing a good job . . . → Read More: What’s Your Style? It may not be on the mountain’s height,Or over the stormy sea;It may not be at the battle’s front,My Lord will have need of me;But if by a still, small voice He calls,To paths that I do not know,I’ll answer, dear Lord, with my hand in Thine,I’ll go where You want me to . . . → Read More: I’ll Go… |
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