If flesh could crawl, My skin would fall from off my bones,and run away from here. As far from God as heaven is wide. As far from God as angels can fly
Mid November and the leaves are falling off the near naked trees. I take daily walks and the brisk air feels good after a long workday or a quiet weekend morning/afternoon. Though I can deal… Read More »If flesh could crawl, My skin would fall from off my bones,and run away from here. As far from God as heaven is wide. As far from God as angels can fly