What I would give to hear you speak
A cool breeze: destined to raise the hair on my skin
instead of my will and mind screaming for voice and words
All my instincts have failed me
waiting for the Fog to clear
J.G. Grinstead
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon. Planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still yield fruit in old age; they shall be full of sap and very green. Psalm 92:12-15
