Prairie fields in England.
Sheep following.
There is no Star.
San Diego boy.
Alone on a train.
Wednesday, 4 October 2017
Tuesday, 7 February 2017
25.3.97 (Old Found Poem)
God's love is bottomless
God's love is endless
He counts every hair on my head
And loves me every minute of the day.
Why question the one who loves me?
Blessed be the Lord and Virgin Mary
For they are my refuge in times of persecution.
God's love is endless
He counts every hair on my head
And loves me every minute of the day.
Why question the one who loves me?
Blessed be the Lord and Virgin Mary
For they are my refuge in times of persecution.
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