Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow. Jesus makes the flowers grow.
a weird comfort is an old friend from elementary school walking by my housemaybe I am not the only one still in the very place I grew up not yet knowing where I am going not yet on to the next big thingmaybe just like for me the breeze and the sun are enough comfort…
preparing myself for the storm; bracing; but what if it doesn’t come as or when I expect; so then I am just constantly bracing; fearing what’s next
winter seems to be so much longer than it needs to be; the snow melts only to fall again; and the sun hides its face for far too long; I learn to stand only to stumble once more
