So many, blown off course,
adrift with the winds of life
buffeted and capsized, tumbling
blowing across the waters, the desert
the wilderness places,
estranged and separated
from the Son, the Father
Repoint your compass,
turn to your heart’s desire
to be in communion once more
October 1, 2007 12:39
1 Timothy 6:6-19
Monday, October 01, 2007
Adrift with the Wind
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