November
Autumn
I am numb
November
I remember
When I was young...
The songs I sung...
Thanksgiving is coming up
Fill my cup with grace and gratefulness - His cup
Overflows
Who knows...
Where the wicked wind blows
Who knows if evil and good will ruin it - who knows
But, God is always good
He knows where I stand and stood
Blessed breeze at ease..
Please...
I pray
Tomorrow will be the day!
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