Psalm 103:14-15 (KJV) “For he knows how we are formed, he remembers that we are dust. The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.” “Every flower must grow through dirt.” Photo of BlueContinue reading “85”
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