We Didn't Write the Story, It's Not Enough

The world is obsessed with andetest because we don't know ourselves. Because we didn't write the story that you find yourself in. You didn't write your hair color, your eye colr or your personality. But he does. The great i am seated alone in glory, full of splendour and majesty,. With his name, with your name, inscribed on the palm of his hand. Too marvellous, too wonderful. Imposed this encounter e cove, it happened six weeks of shilling shaking violently the power of god. We ere in worshiped nights, and god is moving in our midst. And my husband would wake up next to me crying out for a baptism