We dance on the rocks and talk about God
the white noise makes a bubble
the broken piece is beautiful in a way
like a challenge
and if we sat there for a hundred years the trees would still feel our presence for a hundred more
making our first impressions the least of our worries
for if God clothes the flowers then how
much more will he clothe you?
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
We dance on the rocks and talk about God
the white noise makes a bubble
the broken piece is beautiful in a way
like a challenge
and if we sat there for a hundred years the trees would still feel our presence for a hundred more
making our first impressions the least of our worries
for if God clothes the flowers then how
much more will he clothe you?
hiking trips
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