Don’t yell at me. Talk to me. Don’t criticize me. Praise me. Don’t hit me, Hug me. Don’t push me away, pull me towards you. The wants of a child.
| “For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek.” Romans 1:16 |
| A rose withers, a mountain crumbles, a tree dies, a river dries up, everything ceases eventually. Life stops but not because of you, rather for you. |
I’ll cut you down like Paul Bunyon on a rosebush, splice you like LeBron James vs a high school defense and make you disappear like Charles Barkley’s hair
I’m as tired as a four arm tobacco picker on a hot day looking for a cold glass of ice water.