From the sun I felt no warmth, nor sought no love for those set forth. Just life was all I did say, from day to day I was lost in a useless way. Hoping for the best, I walked among the rest. Then one day, the Lord touched my hand. “Take my hand, walk with me. Look to the sky, smell the sea. Feel the wind upon your face. Watch the trees growing in grace, remember everything we have seen, and believe in me.” The Lord touched my hand. In Jesus’ name. Amen.
Brian T. Reid Sr., Gray
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