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Time and Slumber
Time is measured by the once
but pleasure by the pound
We forsake the hour’s warning tide
May 27, 2012
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Time is measured by the once
but pleasure by the pound
We forsake the hour’s warning tide
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.
I still remember looking at my Dad’s collection of LPs (old speak for MP3 embedded on black plastic dinner plates) and thinking I wonder
Back in 1983-1987 I was profoundly blessed to be in a youth group run by Gavin and Liz Hockly. It was through this Te Awamutu