Why does our world seem dark, hostile, and chaotic?
A Societal Deconstruct.
Feather
My heart is inditing a good matter I sleep thinking about you
Muse
At my heart's door, he lingered, muttering to me, "I love you"
Bird’s Harp
I love how you have dove's eyes for me reminding me that You are mine
No One Ever Cared for Me Like Jesus
It's a confession, a testimony, and an encouragement especially in times like these.
In Plain Sight 