But words are things, and a small drop of ink
falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
that which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think...
~Lord Byron
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Weary
I'm dead tired. I need to re-examine my relationship with Him.
For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.
Even crazy, I'm as nice as a chocolate bar.
If you're wondering why a sleepy purple piglet looks like a fluffy white sheep, wonder away. Or ask me.
1 Comments:
Thanks for doing all you could in CF. I know how much you've put in all these years for the fellowship.
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