So much violence I have wittiness these last few weeks -- some right in my own neighborhood.
blood pouring forth . . . red yelling . . . hate r a d i a t i n g shooting, dying . . . why “A voice was heard in Ramah, wailing and loud lamentations . . . “ Jeremiah “. . . so much weeping! Such a burden of lamentation! I will not gloss over the terrible pain and sorrow that comes from vanity and anger, but neither will I forget the final word of resurrection. “ Eugene Petersen David Meade 01/21/2015 Live Generously
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