my man, Dan.
As I was heading home I just prayed for some opportunity to love someone and speak the Gospel. My wife was out of town, so I wasn't in a hurry to get home. I didn't know how this would happen, I just prayed it and believed it.
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
"...and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..."
I look where I’m going, I look where I’ve been. It’s hard not to miss it, I see it again. Everywhere in the past, everywhere straight ahead, The path is so flat, the journey of a life left for dead.…