It Took the Blood

It Took The Blood Written: by Miracle Man August 13, 2021 I give scant thought to what tomorrow holds, I live life fully as each day unfolds. Though present days, may be bathed in sorrow, from my hinder days, I cannot borrow. Most hindrances in life I always surmount, But time calls each of us into account. Tomorrow, for each, God gives us no pledge, Nor does life allot, our good looks, an edge. Our wealth or position won’t get it done but accepting Jesus, God’s only son. “Be glad of life because it gives you the chance to love and to work and to play and to look up at the stars” Henry Van Dyke
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