Poem: God’s Own Country

Give me, give me God’s own country! there to live and there to die, God’s own country! fairest region resting ‘neath the southern sky, God’s own country! framed by Nature in her grandest, noblest mould; Land of peace and land of plenty, land of wool and corn and gold!

Is Grace Amazing to You?

I’m a big fan on grace. I can tell you that while I’ve needed a lot of it and learned that I can’t be too proud in accepting it I still struggle to give it. Why is it so crazy that our human condition falls to the level of greed even when we’re talking about the last bottle of water for the heart in a desert of anguish.

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