I sat there at the table dinner light by a flickering candle. Rain coming down as if from the heavens themselves. I open the old wooden front door step out onto the oak porch into the rain. As I’m standing there I can feel my sins flow as the river
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 7:10 PM UTC
I sat there at the table dinner light by a flickering candle. Rain coming down as if from the heavens themselves. I open the old wooden front door step out onto the oak porch into the rain. As I’m standing there I can feel my sins flow as the river