There is a love that never fails.
There is a healing that always prevails.
There is a hope that whispers a vow,
a promise to wait while we're working it out.
.sara groves.
sometimes i think i will always be longing for a home.
this world is just a tent. sometimes a fine one and sometimes a shabby one, but a tent either way.
none of this is reality - none of it is lasting, at least. this is but a shadow of the world to come.
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well said.
i'm praying for you. hope things are well.
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