Jul 2016
God is like the wind,
blowing upon me.
And I am a tree.
With branches.
Moving and waving.
Moving and waving.
Seemingly delicate,
but standing strong in the storm.
Pointing to His existence.
blowing upon me.
And I am a tree.
With branches.
Moving and waving.
Moving and waving.
Seemingly delicate,
but standing strong in the storm.
Pointing to His existence.
(Canada)
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