God’s will, not mine I said, as I laid my weary head upon his breast. I bring my struggles, I bring my pain, I bring my fears, Lord make me whole again. Forget the past, its hurts its pain. Bring … Continue reading
God’s will, not mine I said, as I laid my weary head upon his breast. I bring my struggles, I bring my pain, I bring my fears, Lord make me whole again. Forget the past, its hurts its pain. Bring … Continue reading