By: Kenzi Nevins (but all the work was really Jesus’!) The Light of the World in the cold of a shed, The Promise of Ages in a world nearly dead. In the eyes of a baby is the Star in our night, In His weak newborn cry, the Voice that made light. His tiny fingers,...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.